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When Dad Got Out of Prison Part 5
by Blucollar
Mom was livid. She made all sorts of threats but we all knew they were empty since I was eighteen. We ended the call less emotional but still on uneasy terms. She wanted me to come home and I wanted to stay. As soon as I got off the phone Dad came up to me and asked if I was alright. I got up and gave him a hug and he hugged me back. "I'm not going anywhere Dad." He held me tighter.
The next morning I woke up with Dad at about 6:30. We had a bit of breakfast and chatted a while. We had both thrown on our cut off when we got out of bed and that was it. I was due at the trailer park at 8 am and thought I had better be early the first day to make sure I found it ok. It was somewhere off Cherry Creek Road. I sort of knew where that was but to be safe I would leave at 7:30.
It was closer and easier to find than I thought. I was there at 7:50 and found the office right away. Sam was already there. I had worn my cut offs, tank top and tennis shoes with no socks. Sam said I was dressed fine the day before so I didn't see a problem with it.
I parked and went to the office and found Sam sitting at a desk that was quite messy. In fact the whole office was messy. "Bobby, you're early! That's great. How you doing."
"Fine sir, thanks. No one else works in the office?" I asked as I looked around the dusty and messy room.
Sam laughed and looked around. "Yea, it isn't much is it. I have had a few part timers around here and there but thought I could do it myself without the extra expense. But I was wrong as you can see. It gets out of hand with out someone here more than the once a week that I'm able to get here. So that's why I need someone to look after things. And maybe help clean up?" He asked with an apologetic face.
"You bet sir. It's kinda hot in here though." I was starting to sweat.
"Yea, sorry about that too. The unit for this building went out a few years ago and I never replaced it. I can bring over a window unit from the store though. I'll do that next time I'm out. Sound good?"
"Yea, that's fine. No biggie really. So what do you want me to do?"
We went over a list of chores and what I would do twice a week and also on the 1st of the month. The tenants would drop off requests in the mail box and I was to follow up on those too. But he said there was very few of those. The park basically ran itself except for minor maintance.
After a couple hours he said he was going to go to the store as he was behind there. He gave me keys to the office and to the shed where the garden tools were kept and to the pool equipment room. There was also a small laundry room that needed to be cleaned once a week but Sam confessed he hadn't been there but to empty out the money from the machines in months.
He told me to work as many hours as I could for the first couple of weeks to get the place up to par and then cut it to two days a week and the 1st of the month. We would play it by ear from there. The pool was maintained by a service so I didn't have to worry about that. "Today", he said, "learn the layout of the place and see what there is to do. Here is my number at home and at the store. Call anytime. It's a pretty casual place, mostly blue collar types. So you're dressed just fine. No expectations. If you want to work outside without a shirt go ahead. Half the guys around here don't wear shirts anyway. And you can keep a suit here for the pool if you feel the need to jump in. I have no problem with that. You have any questions before I get going Bobby?"
"If I do sir I'll call you but I can't think of any right now. I'll go check the place out and then see what I can do about this office."
"That would be appreciated son, Lord knows it would be nice to try to find stuff in here sometimes." and with that he said his good byes and was out the door.
I locked the door and went around the park on foot. It was medium size and the homes were kept up for the most part. There was a small grassy area by the pool with a picnic table and gas bbq. Nothing special. The pool was medium size as well and looked pretty nice but dated.
As I walked around I noticed it was pretty dead. A lot of tenants must work. I checked out the shed, it was a mess too, equipment thrown all over the place. This would probably be my next stop after the office was dealt with.
I was getting hot. I stopped at the soda machine by the pool and got a soda and headed back to the office. I unlocked the door and opened a couple of window and started to size up the situation. There were two desks, both piled with papers, and three file cabinets. I figured before I cleaned the place it would be best to get rid of the piles first.
It took over an hour to get one desk sorted and put in proper piles. One to be filed, one to be shown to Sam to see what to do with and one that would most likely be thrown out but I would show that to Sam too before I did.
I had removed my shirt and my shoes as I worked as it was getting hotter and hotter in the office. Even my tight cutoffs were damp with sweat. I was beginning to reek a bit too. The musky smell of myself would have turned me on if I had thought about it but I kept plugging away at the task I had.
About 11 am the door to the office opened and I looked up with a bit of a jolt. A guy about 25 to 27 was standing there looking at me puzzled. He was muscular with dark hair down past his ears, a beard and hair on his chest. He only had on cut off military pants and flip flops.
"Sorry, I thought Sam might be here. You his son or something?" The guy asked.
I was pretty taken with the guy and took a moment to find some way to push words out of my mouth, "er....no, I'm..I'm Bobby. Sam hired me part time to help with some stuff around here. Are you a tenant?" The guy was pretty hot and he smiled and took his hand and swept back his hair. His bicep was nice and his pit was dark and damp. I found myself getting a bit weak knee'd and thought I might feel some blood going to my cock.
"yea I am, names Tom, Tom Harris. I'm right across the way in number 23. I saw the windows and the door open from my place and thought I'd see if Sam was here. He's not here much." he said as he came more into the office.
It was hot before he got there now it was just overwhelming. I was sweating like crazy and nerveous because I knew I was checking this guy out and he might have seen me.
"Nice to meet you Tom. Is there anything you needed Sam for and could I help?" As I said that Tom put both his hands through his hair again and streched up as high as he could. This made his shorts lower a bit and I could swear I saw the top of his pubic hair.
Tom caught the direction of my eyes and smirked. "Maybe there is something you could do for me...I really just wanted to say hi to Sam but I'm kinda glad he's not here."
"Oh?" I was really nerveous now, "why is that."
Tom closed the door and shut the blinds that were on it. Then he hit the lock. "Well I wasn't expecting anyone like you" he said, "I get kinda bored here, see I'm laid off, I work construction. Have ever since I got out of the Army in '74. I live alone too. Anyway. You look like you'd be more fun than Sam."
More fun than Sam? What was he saying? "What do you mean Tom?"
Tom smiled again and rubbed his chest with one hand. "Well, see, Sam may not have told you about our arrangement. But I have nothing to hide. Sam does, he's married, but I'm single."
"Arrangement?" My nerves were easing as I was becoming intrigued, "What arrangement?"
A little laugh came from Tom as he moved closer. I could feel the heat from his body as he approached. "I can't always pay rent on my space and Sam likes to get fucked. So it works out for us both. Understand?"
Sam likes to get fucked? He's married....to a woman...? "But, so.....um..."
"It's ok Bobby, spit it out, what do you want to ask?" He said as his hand that was rubbing his chest went down to the top of his shorts. Sweat had made the top of his shorts wet. I could also see that he was beginning to get hard. I was already there myself. "ask anything you want buddy. See, you're a hell of a lot hotter than Sam. Wouldn't mind having our own arrangement. Sam wouldn't have to know. Hell this place is such a mess because when he's here I'm fucking him. He doesn't have time to do much else."
The heat in the room was taking away the air. I was trembling a bit. My shorts were even tighter with my hard on.
All of a sudden Tom opened the top of his shorts. He stepped out of his flip flops and let his shorts fall. No one could see from the outside. The widows on the sides were covered by bushes and fences and the front only had the door. No one else knew I was there except Sam and my Dad.
I looked at Tom. He was smiling and naked. His cock was at full attention now.The musk from his body was turning me on like nothing else. He put his hands back on his head and said, "Go ahead kid. See anything you want?" I slowly walked forward. I reached out and touched his chest. "That's it Bobby, I knew the moment I saw you you were one of us. Touch me where ever you want"
I took both hands and ran them down his torso. He was tight and sweaty. Tanned from the sun. Then I ran them back up. I touched his pits, then his arms. I couldn't take it anymore. I dove into his right pit with my mouth. I licked and sucked and licked some more. It was fucking awesome. I loved the taste of myself but this was so much better.
Tom moaned and then said, "We have a piggy here. I like that. Sam is so boring. But you and I could have some fun." As I cleaned his pit he reached for my buttons on my shorts with his other hand and pulled them open. My shorts fell and my cock jumped out. "Nice" he said as he grabbed it. Then he said, "suck my cock a little for me baby. Get me nice and wet."
I fell to my knees. His cock was big. Not porn star big. But nicely big. Probably 7 1/2 inches if I were to guess and thick. I put as much of it into my mouth as I could. My spit was drooling down the sides. "Thats right Bobby. Get it nice and wet because your new best friend Tom is going to fuck you next." My eyes shot open. I couldn't get this up my ass. There was no way. I've never been fucked."
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