1. The landlord


    Date: 3/10/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: jim_loves_dick, Rating: 45, Source: sexstories.com

    I remember the summer my parents divorced. Dad and I came home from a camping trip a day early and my Dads friend Mike was in the bedroom with my Mom. They had a big fight and Dad packed up his clothes and told me to pack my things too, as we were leaving. We stayed in a motel for a few days, before Dad rented a place in a rundown mobile home park. Being in a new neighborhood, I didn't know anyone. The only person I had met was the landlord who ran the trailer park. His name was John and he was in his late 50s, gray hair, with a big beer gut. Shortly after we had moved in, I was outside looking for something to do when I saw the landlord sweeping up around the little cinder block building that housed the laundry room. I said hi to him and asked him what he was doing. He told me it was a full time job keeping the place up. He told me he sure wished he could find someone to help, but hadn't found anyone looking for work. I told him I didn't have anything to do and that I would like the job. He said he would probably have to talk to my dad and he wasn't sure if I was big enough to handle the job yet. I should probably tell you a little about myself: My name is Tommy. I am built small , just like my mother. Back then I was only 4'10, about 85lbs. I had long straight black hair that hung almost to my shoulders, with big brown eyes. My mothers friends had always told me I looked just like her. I was sure my dad wouldn't mind if I got a job, so I told the landlord that I would ...
    have my dad talk to him that evening. When dad got home from work I told him that I might be able to get a job and that the landlord just needed him to tell him it was okay. My dad and I walked over to the landlords trailer. John was sitting outside his trailer drinking a beer. He offered one to my dad and they began talking about what kind of work I would be doing and who would be supervising. John told my dad it would mostly be yard work, mowing, weeding, raking leaves. And if I was good and paid attention and did what I was told, he could even teach me some light household maintenance jobs. My dad told John, he wasn't sure if I was old enough yet, but if John was going to be keeping an eye on me and be teaching me, that we could give it a try. It was agreed that I would start the very next morning. John told me that work started at 7 and not to be late. I was so excited that I got up at 5, the same time my dad got up for work. I was outside Johns trailer at 6:30 ready to start. When John saw I was already there, he opened his door and told me to come on in while he finished getting ready. I was so early that John hadn't gotten dressed yet. He was sitting at his table in his bathrobe, drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. He told me to sit down and asked if I wanted coffee. I told him no thanks and just sat there waiting for him. He put down his paper and asked me questions about myself. Where we lived before, if I had friends, what did I like to do? He seemed really ...
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