Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2008 07:53:13 -0800 (PST) From: R Ranger Subject: Latchkey Kid Turns a Profit Chapters 9-11 Warning! If you are not of legal age to read stories that contain erotic subject matter or you are offended by erotic subject matter contained herein do not read any further. All rights to this story are reserved and retained by the author. This story is a work of fiction protected under applicable copyright laws and may not be reproduced without the express written permission of the author. Comments and critics on the story are welcome and may be directed to E-mail: bn2rumpranger "at" yahoo "dot" com Subject line: Latchkey Kid Turns a Profit Latchkey Kid Turns a Profit By Randall Rumper Chapter 9: Well-equipped "Andy, who was the handsome young man that just left?" Mom questioned as I sat across the kitchen counter from her eating half a grapefruit. "Jason Justice. He's on my wrestling team at school." "I haven't seen him around before," Mom said. "He came over yesterday and we spent the afternoon practicing wrestling moves for the upcoming invitational meet in January, and then he spent the night," I responded. Mom had returned home about eight in the morning, just as Jason was leaving. She drove in from the city where she'd spent the night with dad, and was now busy preparing breakfast for us. Jason and I had been up for a couple of hours before mom showed up sitting around talking. He finally left, saying that he had to get going so he could help his step dad with some work. Dad had remained in San Francisco; he had surgeries scheduled for the day, so he would be home later that evening. "Hi, mom, Andy," Janie acknowledged as she and her girl friend bounded into the kitchen, bubbling with energy she asked, "What ya fixin for breakfast? Can Kristy stay and eat with us?" "Sure. How do you girls want your eggs?" Mom asked. "Scrambled," they both replied in unison. Mom finished frying the bacon and buttering the bagels before she began scrambling eggs. Once all was complete she then set three steaming plates on the counter, "Pick it up," she commanded as if she was a short order cook at Denny's. The three of us kids began wolfing down the breakfast mom fixed while she picked at her eggs in a more lady like manner, questioning me about Jason. The conversation that centered on Jason as mom stood on the other side of the counter was basically the old parental inquisition. Like any parent mom was eager to learn more about Jason as he had never been to our house before. I reported to her the little I knew about Jason; in the meantime, Kristy and Janie were both giggling and blushing as they whispered back and forth. Finally, mom grew weary from the giggly gossip and asked, "So what's all the snickering secrecy about ladies?" "Jason! He's so freakin hot!" Kristy blurted out. "Yeah! He's a hella hunk!" Janie exclaimed. "Please! He's not that hot; he's just another wrestler on our school team," I said. I thought about what Kristy and Janie said, and had to agree, Jason was one hella hot hunk, but so was Kristy. If the little flirt wasn't my sister's best friends I would give serious consideration to boning the bitch. Yes, Jason and Kristy were stuck in my head that morning. Jason had recently captured my attention and I had begun fantasizing about him. I daydreamed about both of them as I ate, but moreover what it would be like to eat them for breakfast. I was fast becoming aroused, visualizing the three of us engaged in sexual tryst. I could see us on my bed sexually pleasuring each other in a variety of ways. I knew Kristy was qualified for the job, but didn't know about Jason yet. "He is very handsome boy," Mom said with a soft smile. "I wish he was on my team at home or school," Kristy replied in her teenage twitter, blushing as she looked at Janie and mom. "Why are you guys making fools of yourselves over Jason?" I asked. Kristy blurted out, "Well, from I've heard he comes well-equipped!" "Girls!" Mom admonished. I felt myself blush at Kristy's comment, but settled down to finish my breakfast. I knew firsthand that Jason was well-endowed, at least flaccid. Mom poured us all fresh cups of coffee to complete our meals. Mom could make good coffee. She used her own special blend of Seattle's Best coffee beans, grinding them fresh for each pot. The coffee was so outstandingly smooth that I didn't need any creamer to take the bite out; many of the commercial coffee blends that I had drunk needed creamer to quench the bitterness. I finished my breakfast and grabbed another cup of coffee before heading towards my room. Once in my room I sat down at my computer and began scanning my e-mails while I sipped my coffee. Kristy and Jason continued to occupy my thoughts that morning. I knew Kristy was knowledgeable about how to sexually pleasure another female, but what about a male. Was she into dick, pussy or both? Unbeknownst to the Janie and Kristy I had spied on them a few times, catching them in the sixty-nine position fellating each other on a couple of occasions. I'd also secretly observed them satisfying each other with strap-on dildos and vibrators, watching them had been a real turn on for me. After I finished my coffee and reading my e-mails I flopped across my bed face down where I began sniffing the side that Jason had occupied a few hours earlier. As I inhaled I thought I caught a whiff of the intoxicating aroma from Jason's body lingering on the bed linens or maybe it was just my imagination. I remembered how damn fresh and sweet he smelled as he slept. He oozed with a fresh manly scent and sex appeal. I felt drawn to him as if I were a bitch in heat. I wanted to present my behind to him and let him buried his cock deep inside me in the worst way, but refrained from touching him. I needed to get to know Jason better before even thinking about making a play for him. I didn't want to act too prematurely and end up regretting it. Chapter 10: If Mom only Knew I didn't get much sleep the night before all I'd done was lay awake, watching Jason sleep. The sleepover with Jason was now history, an event that proved fruitless. Although we slept in the same bed nothing of any substance developed between us sexually. After we showered and got ready for bed, where we both slept nude, we talked before I massaged the kink out of Jason's neck and shoulder. We learned a little more about each other as we conversed before Jason fell asleep. After our showers I had gotten a good look at Jason in the buff and spent the rest of the night watching Jason as he slept nude next to me in my bed. As Jason snoozed I'd watched his well-defined chest rise and fall with each breath. The middle area of his chest was covered with a small patch of soft black hair in between two of the most exquisite appearing pink areolas and nipples I'd ever seen. I wanted to touch the hair and his nipples, but refrained. The black hair in the middle of his chest trailed down to a perfect innie belly button and from there to a nice looking pubey-do patch at the base of his near perfect penis. I hoped to view it in a fully aroused state before he woke up. From what I could see of Jason's flaccid penis it would rate about a nine on a scale of one to ten when boned up; ten being perfect. To me his cock was a thing of beauty lying limp across his crotch area. Although I had not seen Jason's cock fully erect I had seen it in a semi erect state as he bounced around the room before we went to bed. From that state, I sensed that when fully erect Jason's pink glans would boldly perch atop a straight stout stem about six or seven inches from that patch of pubic fur. In my mind as I visualized the erect version the glans reminded me of a pink Tulip that had not yet bloomed. No doubt the exposed glans was the most beautiful feature of my new friend's penis, appearing much like a Tulip ready to flower. I desperately wanted to kiss his gorgeous cockhead. I wanted Jason to play with my nipples as I played with his until we both became fully aroused. Jason's nipples appeared to be very succulent nubbins. Nipples that I wanted to tantalize with my tongue, bringing them life. I had been with guys that didn't have nipples, per se, just two flat spots on their chest, but no nipples that budded out from their areolas. Tommy was like that, no nipples, and Jimmy didn't respond vigorously to nipple play. My nipples were super sensitive and were visible through the fabric of my shirts as were Jason's. I enjoyed it when Jimmy would suck on my nipples, biting on them tenderly. He had made me cum on a couple occasion just working on my nipples. All I had to do was brush up against something and mine came to life, becoming erect almost immediately. Maybe the next time Jason and I were together I'd try to accidentally brush or rub against Jason's nubbins to see what type reaction I could get. Jason was one of those special boys that I couldn't get out of my head. I wanted to bed him for sexual purpose. If mom only knew how much of a crush I had on him she'd understand what I was feeling. I was however conflicted in my feelings. I enjoyed the company of both boys and girls; furthermore, I'd come to enjoy sex with both. I lusted for Kristy, but felt as though I would be intruding on my sister and their relationship. I wanted Jason in my bed, but felt guilty betraying my best friend, Jimmy. Jimmy was the only boy thus far in my life that I'd let enter me bareback and cum inside me. All the other guys I'd had anal sex with were required to use a condom. Jimmy had deposited his seed inside me as I'd done to him on many occasions. Jimmy was the closest thing to a lover in my young life. All others were merely sex objects: sexual conquests. There were no real romantic feelings for the others, boys or girls. Many times when Jimmy and I slept over at each other's houses we didn't engage in anal or oral sex. We simply enjoyed sleeping nude holding each other in our arms, feeling the warmth of the other's body or breath. Mom yelled up stairs stating that she was taking Janie and Kristy into the city to go shopping and would be back around six. I heard the door slam shut as I continued inhaling the aroma from the sheet where Jason had slept. I was becoming aroused as I fantasize about Jason. I wanted him in the worst way wherever I could get him, and it appeared that Kristy had her eyes on him too. The question was who'd get to him first. I was going crazy thinking about him. For some reason I sensed that Jason might be gay or at least bisexual. I didn't know if I could trust him, but I decided I was going to take a chance the next time we were alone together. However, I'd have to speak to Janie first. If Jason tried to embarrass me I was smart enough to turn the tables on him, making him look like the gay guy instead of me. I was making a risky decision to allow Jason into my secret sex life. I wanted him sexually, but before I went any farther I knew I had to check with the others. Although nothing sexual transpired between Jason and me during the sleepover that was really not all that unusual for two teenage boys; normally, it takes a while to establish any type trust before developing a sexual relationship between boys. Unlike some of the gay erotic fiction stories, before broaching the subject of engaging in experimental sexual acts with each other, boys needed to feel each other out more carefully. Sometimes that process could take months. A guy engaging in boy girl sex was different because it was more socially acceptable; whereas, same gender sex is looked upon with deep disdain. When boys first meet they are cautious and full of misgivings about each other; it takes time for them to establish an element of trust before experimenting. I think boys tend to be more apprehensive around other guys. Men never engage in conversation in the restroom or on an elevator. When they do converse it's about manly things like sports, cars, electronic games or sex with girls. Men don't engage other men in touchy feely emotional issues. And they sure don't confide in each other about sexual desires unless it is to brag about female conquests. Guys are concerned about the possibility of being turned out and labeled as a homosexual in front of their peers; therefore, they are more alert, defensive, acting in a more careful and tactful manner before approaching another boy about sex. Boys don't want to commit themselves sexually to another male, for fear being labeled a queer by their peers. Once boys cross that gray line where they enter into the realm of sexual experimentation with another boy it's done in total secrecy. My main concerns were whether Jason would keep our secret or blab it around town if we got together; moreover, I needed to determine whether he might be an undercover informant or not. The last thing I needed was to be turned out by Jason, or have him infiltrate our group as an undercover. I felt I had to put my paranoia on hold and make my move. Chapter 11: The Yellow Truck I'd finished breakfast and taken my morning shower. I was contemplating what to do for the day when my cell phone went off just before noon. I answered and it was Jason on the other end asking if I wanted to hang out. I told him that I was free. He said that he'd be over in a few. He also asked if I had lunch yet. To which I relied no. He said he was treating me to lunch. We said our goodbyes and I disconnected my phone. I put on some deodorant and got dressed. A while later I heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. When I looked out the window sitting in the driveway was a huge yellow pick up truck. Jason swung down from the cab, closing the door before walking towards the front entry of our house. I rushed out to meet Jason and asked, "Dude, where the hell did you get that monster truck?" "Belongs to my step dad. Phat huh?" "Phat. That's one massive mofo bro," I replied, "where'd he get that thing?" "He bought it last year at an auction. He got it and a big fucking trailer to haul cars," Jason said, "you ready to go?" "Sure, let me lock up the house." I walked back inside to set the alarm before locking to door. Once the door was locked I walked out to meet Jason. He was already in the truck when I returned. I stepped up on the passenger side running board, opened the door and pulled myself into the cab with the help of the grab bar. Once seated and buckled up Jason fired the monster diesel powered truck up and pulled out of the drive way. "Where we headed?" I asked. "Got to run some errands for the old man, but we're gonna swing by IN-N-OUT first if that's okay with you," Jason replied. "Sure." As we drove to the burger place I learned that Jason's stepfather was not only a multimillionaire, but had a unique job. He was a collector of antiques, including exotic vehicles. Jason's step dad had two large warehouses full of antiques and vehicles. He was somewhat of an authority on exotic vehicles who had written three books on the subject of collector cars. Jason told me that his step dad would take off and be gone for weeks on end searching for antiques and vehicles. He also attended different auctions throughout the world buying and selling. Jason told me that his stepfather had returned before Christmas after a month in Las Vegas. He said that his step dad bought a yellow International CXT and trailer at last year's B-J auction much cheaper than they both cost new. Jason told me if interested he'd let me drive it I wanted. I decided to pass on the test drive. I'd learned that after our invitational wrestling tournament in January Jason's dad was off to the 37th annual Barrett-Jackson Collector Car Auction in Arizona. The event was schedule to kick off at Westworld -- Scottsdale on Saturday January 12, 2008. So, his dad would leave on Sunday immediately after the Saturday invitational tournament and be gone for the month of January, buying and selling at the auction. Then in March he would be off again to the 6th Annual B-J auction in Palm Beach, Florida. My wrestling friend told me that when he was younger he had accompanied his step dad to many of the events. He said that his stepfather knew many race car drivers as well as other celebrities; consequently, Jason had gotten to meet many of them while on the road with his stepfather or at parties at his parent's home. As he was telling me all this I thought how exciting was his life. Jason seemed to have led a rather colorful life compared to my more mundane existence growing up. "Here we are," Jason howled, "ya want me to freak em out and pull this thing through the drive-through?" "Naw, let's park and go inside." Jason parked the big beast and we both climbed down from the cab. As we made our way inside Jason high-fived with a couple guys he knew but I didn't. We ordered and sat outside to eat our burgers and drink our milk shakes. IN-N-OUT Burger was the only place that served just burger, fries and drinks. All the other fast food places had menus that went on forever with different items. IN-N-OUT's were great hamburgers and you could watch them cut the fries fresh and cook them. What I liked about the burgers was that you got a full slice of onion and tomato. "You gonna ride with me for the rest of afternoon Andy?" "Sure, don't have much choice. I'm your captive audience until you take me home," I replied. "Good. I gotta head to the International dealer to pick up some parts, and then go to the paint and body place to pickup the trailer that goes behind Old Yellow," Jason said. "Cool. I'll ride." We finished our milk shakes and got back into the truck. As we drove to the dealership Jason told me all about the CXT; it's the largest production pickup in the market. He said that the rig was one hella hauler, 20 tons capacity, but the down side was that it only got between seven to ten miles per gallon. I was not familiar with cars and trucks, but could well imagine that the fuel mileage would not be great. We stopped at the dealership to pickup the parts and were off to get the trailer. When we arrived at the paint shop the open ramp trailer was ready. Jason backed the big truck up and connected the trailer to the fifth wheel hitch mechanism. I was amazed how quickly and easily Jason backed the big truck up to the trailer and connected it. He connected the lights and then cranked up the landing gear before we pulled away. On the trip back to our town Jason told me that his step dad wanted the trailer to match the paint scheme of the truck as well as the lettering for the business name. We arrived at the warehouse about four in the afternoon to meet his step dad. Jason's stepfather appeared younger looking than his forty-one years. The man was in excellent physical shape with dark hair and a moustache. The warehouse was a mammoth building. There was a large glass front and inside I could see some of the antique vehicles on display. Jason's stepfather told him to pull around to the rear entrance and pull the truck and trailer through the building and up to the front door. Jason complied while I waited with his step dad. Inside the warehouse were many different cars and trucks as well as motorcycles and other things. "So, you and Jay are on the wrestling team at your high school?" Braden Forsythe asked. "Yeah. He's a hella better wrestler than me," I replied. "Not bad for a kid that was sick the first few years of his life," the old man said. As we talked I discovered that Jason had been forced to repeat the first grade due to illness; however, he had recovered with no ill health to impact his later life. That was the reason for his more mature appearance; plus, guys with black hair seemed to me to appear older. Fact was he, just like his stepfather, appeared to be a very vibrant and virile teen. Jason positioned the truck and trailer a few feet from the big roll up door, shut it down and dismounted the truck. He walked over to a Mustang GT that was sitting just inside the door. He started it up and pulled out of the warehouse. Once outside he motioned me over saying, "Mount up." Jason waved at his step dad and told him he'd see him at home. We pulled out from in front of the warehouse and headed toward the freeway to take us back to Jason's house. I'd never been to his house before, but he insisted we stop by and meet his mom. After driving down the freeway for awhile Jason turned off an exit and in no time he pulled up in front of big house. He had to press a button on the remote to get the gate to open. Once the gate was activate Jason drove around back to a big four car garage, parking in front of one of the doors. "Come on inside and meet mom," Jason said. "Sure." Jason opened the gate to the lanai and pool area. I looked around in amazement. The house was huge as was the pool. Further out back was a regulation tennis court, "Wow!" I exclaimed.