Memories

My world was upside down. It wasn’t until I helped mama go through daddy’s things after the funeral and was going through all of our picture albums that I realized that there wasn’t a single picture of me and my father together. Did he hate me that much, I found myself thinking. There’s not even a picture of him holding me as a baby?

I stood up and let the album drop to the floor.

“What the matter?” Mama asked.

“Nothing. I’m going to Dothan.” I said.

“But what about all the chores?” Mama called after me.

“Walt will do them. Isn’t that what you brought him over for?” I asked. But that’s not the only reason, I thought as I walked out of the house. Yea, Walt hadn’t slept all night in the shed out back of the house. I had heard him sneaking into mama’s bedroom last night almost so drunk that he couldn’t walk. Even now I couldn’t believe that mama and him were having sex, and especially with daddy hardly cold in the ground. Hell I had sucked the little old man’s big dick several times. I never would have thought he and mama were having a relationship. I wondered as I walked down the driveway to the two lane black top, if he had been fucking mama even before daddy had killed himself? And he was drunk last night. Hell, mama wouldn’t get near daddy when he was drunk, now she was sleeping with Walt and him two sheets to the wind.

I just shook my head. Hell, maybe I don’t know mama at all. But heck she is twenty years younger than daddy. Still, why go for someone even older than daddy. I wondered, knowing that Walt was at least a couple of years older. I shrugged. “Hell, maybe I get being such a slut from her?

I didn’t catch a ride until I walked all the way to Rt. 109 and Clark’s Grocery Store. Even then I had to wait an hour before David Skinner, an old fishing buddy of daddy’s came by and offered me a ride into Dothan. He told me how sorry to hear about daddy’s death. “Your daddy sure led a hard life.” Mr. Skinner told me. “And it ain’t gotten no better over the years.” He added as he steered with one hand and rubbed his long gray beard with the other hand.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“Nothing, Boy. Nothing, just thinking out loud.” Mr. Skinner added

“You know something I don’t?” I asked.

“Guess I do, Son.”

“Well then tell me.” I said. “You’ve never liked me have you, Mr. Skinner?” I added.

“Can’t say I have. I’ve heard too many bad things about you, Boy. And I don’t think you are the church going sort.” The old man said staring straight ahead as he drove.

“Like me been queer.” I said as the anger building up in me.

The old man didn’t answer.

“Yea, will I do like sucking dicks . . . but you know what, Old Man? Daddy liked me to suck his dick too. I bet you didn’t know that? Did you? Why do you think he shot himself? It wasn’t because he was losing the farm. No it was because he was queer just like me. Like father, like son.” I said.

“You little smart mouth son-of-a-bitch. He ain’t your father! That old no-good drunk Walk is your father. Go get a fucking blood test, you bastard! And get the fuck out of my truck!” The old man said slamming on the breaks so hard that the tires squealed and left streaks of rubber on the road as the old man Chevy pickup skidded to a stop. “Get out and walk.” Mr. Skinner said staring at me like I was the devil.

“Ok! I give you a blow job for the ride.” I said staring back at him defiantly.

“Jesus Lord!” The old man shouted. “I’m a church going man, Son. And I’m going to pray for your soul. Yes, sir, I going to pray for you soul.” The old man said shaking his head.

“Yea, well Preacher Johnson was praying for my soul a couple weeks ago as I gave him a blow job at the altar. So, I don’t mind if you pray while I suck your dick.” I shot back at him.

“Boy! You get out of my truck right now!” The old man said as his face turned white. “You are a bad seed.”

“Yea, but whose seed, Old Man.” I said as I opened the door. “Maybe you were fucking my mother too. What blood type are you?” I asked as looking back at Mr. Skinner through the opened passenger’s door. “I seem to remember you hanging around the house a lot when daddy was in the fields.”

Old man Skinner hit the gas pedal and took off with his passenger’s door still wide open.

I stood there watching the old man’s pickup disappear down the road until he turned a curve and I lot sight of him. Shit, what’s going to come next, I thought.

Luckily for me I didn’t have to wait long before Mr. Blunt who was the father of one of my few friends as school, Bobby Blunt, stopped and gave me a ride. We road most of the way in silence. I didn’t want to talk and he was respectful of my silence. He asked me where I was going in Dothan and I told him just to drop me off at the Seven Eleven and I would walk the rest of the way. That I want to buy something first at the store.

I had to wait over thirty minutes before someone would buy me a twelve of beer. And then I took it behind the store and quickly chugged down two cans of beer. Feeling slightly drunk already, I headed for the railroad yard. As I approached the “tracks” I thought there were less bums than usual. Guess with the warmer weather they must be heading north. I wonder if any of them ride the rails all the way to New York?

When I approached the railroad car where the colonel’s group had settled in, I didn’t see anyone. “Jo Jo.” I called out as I approached. No one answered. I walked over to the freight car that the colonel used and glanced inside. Nothing. All his belongs were gone! “Jo Jo!” I yelled in panic as I turned and run toward the huge cardboard box he and Harvey used to sleep in. I jerked the lid up! Nothing!

They are gone!

I set down on the ground. I bowed my head. I glanced back at the box. Nothing. Why now. Damn. Right when I needed someone! I pulled out a beer and set on the ground until I finished it and another one.

I must have fallen asleep. I didn’t remember. Shit I’m drunk. I glanced at my watch. Past midnight. Too late to catch the freight train. I’ll have to walk home. I felt the world spinning as I stood up. I paused long enough to get my balance before I started walking. I stopped after a few steps and glanced back at what remained of the twelve pack. Can’t take it with me, I thought as I stared walking again.

By the time I got outside of Dothan, I was pretty much sobered up. There wasn’t any traffic on Rt. 109 so I didn’t even bother trying to catch a ride. I must have walked three miles when a set of headlights appeared behind me. Then they slowed and I realized the car was stopping. I glanced back and froze. A sheriff’s car!

Fuck! I wonder if I still smell like beer? I found myself thinking as the car pulled along side of me. I stopped and turned to face the car and watched as the window was rolled down.

“What are you doing out so late, Son?” The officer asking the question had short cropped gray hair and looked to be near 60.

“Heading home, Sir.” I answered.

“Kind of out late ain’t you?” The officer asked as he stuck his head out of the window as thought to see me better.

“Yes, Sir.”

“What’s your name, Boy?” He asked.

“Pete Roland.” I answered.

“You kin to that Roland man that shot himself a few days ago?”

“Yes, Sir. He was . . . What was he? . . . my father.” I said.

“Come on around and get in and I’ll drive you home.”

I didn’t want to but didn’t see that I had a choice. My hands were shaking as I opened the passenger’s door of the patrol car.

“Do look as though I’m arresting you.” The old man said. He smiled. I smiled weakly back.

“Where you been so late?”

“Down to the tracks.” I said without thinking. I wasn’t used to lying.

“That’s no place for a kid. Hell them bums are perverts. All kind of criminals hangs out down there.” The Old officer said.

“I can take care of myself.” I answered. “And maybe I like perverts.” I added.

The officer smiled. “Didn’t mean to sound like I was interrogating.”

I nodded my head and looked down the road.

“Mind telling me where I should drop you off?” The old officer asked.

“Any where you like.” I said.

“Well, I would like to drop you off at your house. And if I remember correct, your father lived down below Rehobeth down by Clark’s Store on one of those dirt roads.”

“Clark’s Store is close enough.” I said.

“Guess it not fun returning home after when happen to your daddy.” The officer said.

“Yea, well if my pervert friends at the tracks hadn’t of left town, I be happily spending the night with two old perverts.” I said.

“And what would a clean cut, good-looking kid like you be doing with these two old perverts?” The officer asked. He took his right hand off the steering wheel and ran his hand over his close-cropped gray hair.

I turned and looked the old man. “You really want to know?”

“Sure.”

“Well, the older one without any teeth but with a huge long dick would probably be fucking me while the stout crazy old man would probably be sucking my dick as I was being fucked.” I answered.

“I see.” The office said and fell silent. He drove a few miles before saying. “Life is shit sometimes isn’t it kid.”

“Yes, Sir. I do agree with that.” I responded.

“Don’t know what to tell you kid.” The old man said.

“I didn’t ask you to tell me anything.”

“Tough kid, are you.” The old officer asked. “So why don’t you like going home?” He added.

“You really want to know.” I asked.

“Yes. I do.”

“Well, Mr. Officer. My father just shot himself after he and I had great time sucking and fuck. Then I find out that maybe he’s not my father. That my mother is a slut just like me and that my real father might be an old drunk that I have also had sex with and now he sleeping with my mama. How is that for a happy home?”

“I see.” The old man said. “You know my wife died last year.”

“Sorry to hear that, Sir.” I answered. “It’s bad to lose someone that you love.”

“Yea, well I’m off duty in a little while. I live over near Madrid. Want to stop by my place for some coffee. Wouldn’t want your mama to smell beer on your breath?” The old officer said.

“You know I’ve been drinking?”

“Yea. From the way you’ve been talking.” He answered.

“Sure, let go to your place.” I said and looked at him. “You know you are good looking.” I added.

The old officer cleared his throat. “Maybe I should just drive you home.” He added.

“Whatever.” I said and looked straight down the road. Then I glanced back at him. “You got a girl friend?” I asked.

“No.”

“What do you do for sex? Jack off?” I asked.

The old man clear his throat. I thought he wasn’t going to answer but finally he said. “Yea, sometimes. Nothing wrong with jacking off.”

“Then let’s do it together?” I said.

The old man didn’t answer but he turned off Rt. 109 toward Madrid.

“Are you good in sports?” He asked me.

“Only track, but I do run track anymore.” I answered.

“Why?”

“Not important to me.” I told him.

“What is important to you?” The old man asked.

“I don’t know anymore.”

The old officer reached over and put his right hand on my shoulder. “Yea, I think you need a cup of black coffee at my place.”

I didn’t like how good his hand on my shoulder made me feel. “Thanks.” I mumbled.

We road in silence until he pulled into the drive way of a modest brick home.

“It ain’t much but it’s all mine.” The office said as he turned of the engine of the car. “By the way my name is Jack Mixon. I’m a deputy sheriff.”

“Yea, that’s kind of hard to miss.” I said.

We both laughed. Suddenly I realized that I hadn’t laughed in a long time.

Jack reached over and rubbed my head. “Come on in.”

I followed the old deputy into the house. I was surprised how neat everything was. Mama wasn’t much of a housekeeper and I had come to expect people’s homes to be a littered as ours. But the old man’s house was squeaky clean.

I set at the kitchen table while Jack made coffee.

“How many beers did you drink?” He called out.

I looked at him. His back was turned to me. I couldn’t help but notice how his shirt and pants were perfectly pressed. He looked handsome in the deputy’s uniform. I like his white skin and big hands. His gray, short cropped hair reminded me of pictures of had seen of an old army drill sergeant.

“What are you staring at?” Jack asked turning around and catching me eyeing him.

“You. You are really nice looking.” I answered.

The old man stopped making coffee and talked over and put his hand on my shoulder. “So are you, Kid.”

Gaining courage, I reached out nervously and touched my hand to his crotch.

“Hey!” The old man said stepping back.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing. Just wasn’t expecting you to touch me there.” The old deputy said. He moved close to me again and stood still while I reached my hand nervously out and touch the crotch of his pants. “You won’t find much.” Jack added. “I got a really small dick.”

I unzipped his fly and reached in his pants. He was wearing boxer shorts. I reached through the fly and touched his dick. I felt his overhanging foreskin and then reached farther in and grabbed his dick in my hand. It was short and slim. I explored and found his balls. There were also small.

“See. I told you I don’t have much.” The old deputy said.

“Doesn’t matter.” I said as I pulled my hand out of his fly and reached my arms around his waist and hugged him. “You’re nice.” I added. “Let go to bed.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never really done this before.” The old man said as he looked down at me. He brushed his hand over his short cropped gray hair nervously. “I’ve fantasized about having sex with a boy, but never done it. How old are you?”

“Eighteen.” I said.

“You look much younger.” The old man said putting his right hand on my head. “Hell, I’m older enough to be your grandfather.”

I glanced up into his big brown eyes. He was smiling. God. He’s handsome when he smiles. “Please let’s go to bed.”

“Ok.” Jack said reaching down and grabbing me under my armpits. He lifted me out of the chair as though I were a baby. “This way.” He said and led me from the kitchen.

The bedroom was nicely decorated in gold and white wall paper. The bedspread was White and gold also.

I started pulling my clothes off immediately as Jack stood watching. His eyes got bigger and bigger as I stripped down to my jockey shorts. Then when I pulled them down and my huge soft dick flopped out, he gave out a long sigh.

“I’ve never seen such a skinny kid with such a big dick.” He told me.

“Take your clothes off.” I urged the old man.

Then I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. Since his thick arms weren’t very hairy, I didn’t expect the full chest of gray hair. His body wasn’t taunt like mine. It showed it’s advanced age. He was more chubby than he had looked with his shirt on. But I didn’t mind. I wanted to walk up and hug his soft body but stayed back as he unbuttoned his pants and then pulled them down. His legs were strong and still fairly firm. When he pulled down his boxer shorts, I was delighted to see his pubic hairs were almost pure white. His uncut dick was very small but cute. I like the way the foreskin hung way down over the small head of his dick. His balls were so hairy and small that I couldn’t get a good look at them.

“See how small my dick is?” The old man said looking down at his crotch.

I wonder if he could actually see his dick over his big belly as I stepped forward. I hugged him. He awkwardly placed his arms around me. I kissed him on the cheek.

“Strange having my arms around another naked man.” He commented.

I kissed him on the lips. I tried to put my tongue in his mouth but he refused. So, I kissed him on the cheek again, then his chin and finally moved my mouth back to his. I kissed him on the lips again. The old man moaned. I tried to get my tongue inside his mouth again. At first he refused, but I persisted. Finally he opened his mouth. I slip my tongue inside. He kissed me back awkwardly at first but as I continue to French him, his kisses became more and more passionate. Until he was griping me in a tight hug and kissing me like crazy.

I love it. Here was a real man kissing me. Not a drunk, not a bum, but a respectable man. I gave my all in my kisses. He wasn’t a great kisser but I loved kissing him because I knew his kisses were real affection. And as we kissed our crotches rubbed together. His gray pubic hairs felt great against my dick. I moved my hips to ground my swelling dick against his pubic hairs and he small peter.

The old man started breathing heavy. He kissed me with more and more passion as he hugged me tighter and tighter with his strong arms. I felt suddenly wanted and loved. Then still kissing and hugging we stepped awkwardly toward the bed and fell onto it. We lay on your sides still hugging and kissing as the old man reached down and grabbed my big swollen dick with one hand and his own little dick with his other hand. He started jacking us both off as we kissed.

I loved the feel of his strong hand on my dick. His grip was sure and promised to never let me go. His kissed held promises of real affection. I moved my chest against his to feel the gray hair on his chest against my smooth hairless chest. I felt like melting right into him.

The urge to give him please build up inside me. Finally I pushed my self down his soft hairy body breaking his grip on both of your dicks. I paused to kiss his belly button. Then licked his gray pubic hairs.

“You don’t have to do that?” Jack said as I moved lower and kissed his loose foreskin.

“I want to.” I told him, opening my mouth and taking his entire dick in my mouth. It tasted good as I began to suck on it. The old man’s dick stiffened but didn’t grow very much. Yet the smallness of it turned me on. I enjoyed thinking how huge my dick was compared to the old man’s little peter. And being that his dick was so tiny, I could do things to it with my tongue that I couldn’t have never done to someone with a big dick.

Jack moaned. He reached down with his hands and pressed on his lower abdomen as I sucked harder and faster on his little peter. He started hunching me as though he was fucking my mouth. I love it. His peter was so small and short that no matter how hard he rammed it into my mouth it didn’t hurt. I felt him getting ready to cum, but I didn’t want it to end so quickly. So, I lifted his legs higher in the air and moved my mouth down to his asshole.

“No, don’t to that. It’s dirty!” The old man called out.

I didn’t stop. I sent my moist warm tongue snaking across his asshole. He moaned. I licked and twisted my tongue against his asshole.

“Oh. God! What are you doing to me?” The old man called out as I began to pry his asshole open. “Oh! Yes! Yes!” He cried out with such pleasure that my own dick started throbbing. I loved giving the old man pleasure. I would do any thing he asked me to do I was so hot.

“Lord!” He cried out as my tongue entered his silky smooth asshole.

I turned and twisted my tongue inside of him causing the old man to thrash about from the overload of pleasure. Then I felt his body tensing up and I quickly moved my hungry mouth back to his little peter. I had no more than closed my lips around his foreskin cloaked dick head when he shot off.

The old man might have a little dick but his load was humongous. It squirted out his little peter so fast and strong that I couldn’t swallow it fast enough. I could feel cum running out the sides of my mouth. I loved the strong taste of the old deputy’s cum. I hated wasting some.

When I finally drained his dick, I moved up and straddled his stomach and as he looked up into my eyes, I jacked my long thick dick. It took only a few strokes. Cum shot from my big dick head. It struck his chest and sprayed all then way up to his neck. We both froze. The old man looking up at me and me looking down into his big brown eyes.

“There’s a hand towel in the top draw of the night stand on the right.” Jack said in an out of breath voice.

I leaned over and opened the drawer of the night stand and retrieved the towel. Then wiped the cum first from his chest and chin and then from my own chin. I wanted to kiss him, but knowing how some people are after they shoot their loads, I just lay beside him.

“I’ve got to get you home.” Jack said. “Don’t want to get you in any trouble.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure mama’s glad I not home. She probably balling Walt if he’s sober enough to get it up.” I said.

“That’s no way to talk about your mother.” The old deputy said sharply. “Always show your mother respect.”

I didn’t answer.

Jack set up. “Come on and get dressed.”