Trailer Trash, Part 1
submitted September 18, 2005
Categories: Arm Pits, Exhibitionism, Family Fun
My name is Erik Hickman. I live with my mother, Joyce Young, and her husband, Dr. Phillip Young. They have been married from the time I was about three years old. I will be a junior in high school this year and live in Brentwood, Yes, and the Brentwood in the Los Angeles area. My step father is a plastic surgeon so I guess Mom married well considering she came from the wrong side of the tracks in the dusty plains of Texas. That's where my real father still is as a matter of fact. Jake Hickman. Oh I know all about him but haven’t seen much of him. Not his fault. Mom seems to want to protect that side of her life from me. My dad never had to pay child support or anything since my step dad took care of everything. And as far as that goes we are my step dad's only family. He was an only child and his parents died a few years ago, two years apart from one another, so we were it.
I am a bit spoiled and love my life. I am a self described jock. My step dad built a home gym in the house and I use it religiously. I am on the wrestling team and the gymnastics team. I am 5'10" dark hair dark eyes with a hard bodied package. My best attribute is my ass. Round bubble butt that is nice and meaty. I get looks from everyone checking out my ass. Guys and girls. I wear tight ass jeans too just to let them look. It kinda puts some pressure on my other package but I'm not ashamed of that either. It’s about eight inches and thick. When I'm not wearing jeans I'm wearing surfer shorts that are a couple sizes too big and are only being held up by my ass. I haven’t worn underwear since my mother stopped dressing me unless I wear jocks for sports.
I'm a bit more complicated than the average jock. While I can have all the pussy I want, and I have taken advantage of it, I also like to compare my body to buds of mine. Since I am a bit of an exhibitionist I see them checking me out too. Having people look is a big ass turn on for me. But it turns me on the most when guys are checking me out. Yep, you got it, hided behind this well built, and masculine jock persona is a horny ass queer. Not that I advertise that. In fact no one knows. I figure I have a long life ahead of me so why let it out now. I am gonna enjoy high school and take care of my other needs later. Besides for now pussy turns me on enough and when I tire of that I have a full length mirror at home to get off by.
I have a couple other fetishes also. Those I haven’t' shared with anyone either. I like to piss on myself in the shower and I like the smell of my body. I don't use deodorants and I never wash my jock. Usually when I jack off in bed I have my nose buried in my pits. I love to sniff. Mom bitches sometimes that I need a shower. My step dad always defends me by saying how active I am and that I probably produce more sweat and stuff. He gets her off my case. Nice guy really. Not real attractive or anything but a nice guy.
In July, before school started, my step dad decided to take us to England. We were to visit London for about a week then off to France and Italy then home. We had been to Europe before but never to London.
While in London we were staying at the Hesperia London Victoria Hotel. A nice place. After a couple of days of sight seeing I wanted to sleep in a day. One morning my folks decided to take the subway somewhere to see something. I was too tired to pay attention. I told them to have fun and I rolled over and went back to sleep. An hour or so later it seemed that all of London had become one large emergency siren. I got up and looked out the windows to see emergency vehicles in packs speeding by the hotel. I wondered if anything was on the news. I turned on the television and all the channels were covering a terrorist attack that had taken place in the subways and on one of the buses. I listened still half asleep wondering what this was going to do to our travel plans and if we were going to leave London earlier than expected. Just as I was thinking that my mind became alert. Subway..? Parents...? They were going on the subway somewhere. But I didn't pay any attention as to where. How long ago did they leave? An hour or so? This all happened with in the past 45 minutes. I wish we had our cell phones with us so I could call them and warn them about the stations.
I didn't know what to do so I stayed put. I figured they would call me to let me know where they were and I would have to stay by the phone. I waited and waited. I finally called down to the desk to see if they had left me a message. There was no message. At about 5 pm I became very worried. They never would miss dinner with me. Or if they did they would at least call. At 8 pm I was overwhelmed with worry. I couldn't move. I just sat by the phone waiting.
At 10:30 pm there was a commotion in the hallway and then a knock at the door. I opened the door slowly and was faced with three London police and another man dressed in a suit. The man in the suit talked first. "Are you Erik Young sir?" I stammered my answer, "I am Erik Hickman, my parents names are Young. Dr. Young is my step father." He went on, "I am sorry for the mistake sir, may we come in, I'm afraid there has been an unfortunate incident as you might have heard on the telly and I am afraid.....well might we come in?"
"Well, yea sure. Come in... what’s wrong." I was scared now.
"Well Mr. Hickman, ‘er may I call you Erik?" he asked.
"Of course, please tell me what this is all about."
"Well I am afraid your parents were on one of the subways when the station was bombed. The car they were in was still at the station. They were two of the few persons that we could identify. I am sorry young man but your parents didn't make it. They are gone."
I was in shock to say the least. Dead, how could they be dead? I should have been with them. "I should have been with them; I was supposed to go with them, why didn't I go..."
"Now now young man. There is no need to feel guilty. If you had gone you might have been killed as well. I don't think your parents would have wanted that. My name is Thomas Wheeler by the way; I am with the United States Embassy. I was contacted about the incident and we contacted the hotel to see if there were anyone else in the Young party. That is when we discovered that the Young's had a son with them. We at first searched the wreckage for you and then we contacted the hotel again and a clerk remembered taking a call from you this afternoon asking for messages from your parents. I am very sorry we didn't come sooner son. You must have been sitting here worrying all day. I'm afraid we didn't have any news to put you at ease though."