Trailier Trash, Part 3
submitted September 20, 2005
Categories: Arm Pits, Exhibitionism, Family Fun
We arrived in Los Angeles on Tuesday. It seemed like a month since my parents died even though it had only been a few days.
Brad took me to my house and I gathered some things that I might need while I stayed the night with his family. My dad was due to arrive on Wednesday and we would just stay at the Brentwood house till after the funeral.
On Wednesday Brad took me back to LAX to meet my dad’s plane. From there my dad was to rent a car and I would show him the way back to the house. Brad was trying to give us as much space as possible from the beginning.
We arrived at the terminal just in time. Dad's plane was already at the gate and it was just about to be unloaded. We watched the gate and then I saw him, "There he is Brad; the guy with the jeans and plaid shirt."
"Oh yeah, I've seen a picture of him before. You want me to stick around or you ok?"
"Thanks Brad but you can go home. I have my cell phone if I need anything. I think it best if I handle it from here." I replied.
"You got it bud. Call anytime if you need anything. I am always there for you. Have a good time with your Dad. I'll see you at the service on Friday." Brad said walking away.
"Thanks again Brad. See you later."
I turned my attention back to my dad. He seemed to be looking around now. He probably didn't know what I looked like anymore since I saw him more than three years ago. He was a sight himself. Tight fucking wranglers well worn and work boots. Then his plaid shirt was newer but he cut the sleeves off. He had a Chevy racing hat on as well. His goatee was dark and thick and his hair looked like it was buzzed like mine. There was a tattoo on his left arm. It looks like a barb wire with some sort of animals through it going around his bicep. And what a fucking bicep by the way. I could only hope to work myself up to that. The only part of him that wasn't completely buff was his stomach. He just had a slight beer belly.
"Dad...dad...overhere! I said when I was about four people away from him. "It's me, Erik!" That made him tune in to me. He looked right at me and smiled. Big smile too. He put his carry on down and came up to me.
"You ain't to old to hug are ya son?" he asked.
"I guess not. Mom and Phillip weren't ever really into hugging..."
"Yea I know. Your mom was always like that; can't understand it either. She was always such a happy women." With that he took me in his arms and gave me a bear hug. Nice and tight and full of strength. And then there it was. His scent. I remember that scent from the few times I had met him. He is showered but that masculine scent lingered. He must be natural, no deodorant, like me. Damn that's hot. "You didn't come by yourself did ya son?" He asked as we broke the hug.
"Nah, Brad, Phillip's lawyer brought me here. He went ahead and left when we saw you get off the plane. He figured he would give us space right away. He said you were planning on renting a car anyway right?"
"Oh heck yeah bud. There is no way I am being stuck in LA without wheels. They have a Chevy on reserve for me over at Enterprise. We have to hop on the shuttle I guess. Let's get going."
We headed out, rented the Chevy, which turned out to be a Tahoe, and headed to Brentwood. By the time we arrived it was about 8 at night. I opened up the house and went straight to the kitchen. We had some steaks in the fridge and I thought I would get a couple out.
"The wouldn't be any beer around would there Erik?"
"Sure dad. Phillip kept the fridge in the family room stocked. It has Heinekens and Bud lights I think." I replied as I put the steaks on a plate and let them warm up before I took them to the grill.
"Well at least there's Bud Light. I usually drink Budweiser my self. You want one?" Dad said as he went to find the family room and the fridge there.
"Well, er....I guess." I stuttered.
"Oh shit. I figured. Your mom probably would have killed you if she knew you had a beer or two. She was very proper. Don't worry boy. This is our night to celebrate our reunion. Friday we will morn our loss. How does that sound?" Dad replied.
"You got it dad. I have been really down since all this happened. Maybe letting loose a little will do me good. After some beers and steak we could jump in the pool."
"Sounds good to me son; let me find those beers."
Jake said as he walked away. As he walked he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He brought the beers back into the kitchen and I was glued to his chest. His skin was smooth and very tanned. His nipples were half dollar size and his chest was built. "Something wrong son?"
"Er no dad. Not use to anyone besides me being so casual around here I guess. Phillip was always dressed. And I mean dressed. Unless he was swimming he always had on slacks and a dress shirt. Mom always dressed like we were about to give a cocktail party. I, of course, run around in a tee and shorts and, of course, get hell from mom for it." I broke out of my trance as I told him the old house dress codes.
"Well I am a simple man with very simple tastes son. I don't own anything fancy and am not very shy. I have money socked away but I don't spend it on much more than my truck and daily living expenses. I hope your ok with all that. Well I may buy a house now that you’re moving in but we'll see how we get along first. I have a two bedroom trailer that sits on the land behind my garage. It’s not pretty but I like it. If we get along though I have no problem buying a house. After a few months with two men in that trailer we may kill each other actually." Dad laughed as he said that.
"Heck dad. I don't mind at all. You haven’t seen my room yet. Mom called it the toxic waste dump of Brentwood. She always said it smelled like a locker room even after I cleaned it. And she refused to go into my bathroom."
"That’s good son, because I ain't too clean, and I don't have no maid coming in either. The trailer has a dishwasher, without that it would really be a dump. I'm happy to hear you can lower the living conditions a few notches. I'm looking forward to the company too. It does get a might bit lonely." dad continued.
"Well I can’t wait to get out of here myself anyway dad. It's way too sad to be here without mom and Phillip. I don't know how people stay where they used to have family. Brad said he would sell it and put the money in the estate. Otherwise I guess I get an allowance so I shouldn't be too much trouble."
"Hell son. You would never have been any trouble to me at all. I always wanted to take care of you. Don't you worry, money or no money I can't wait for you to live with me." He came over and gave me one of those bear hugs again. I loved the warmth of him and the scent. But what I really couldn't get was that I was getting a bit turned on.
"Let’s eat and turn in son. I got a feeling the next few days are gonna go by quick and then we'll leave on Saturday. Sound like a plan bud?"
"Sure does dad. I just hope I make it through Friday."