Trey Comes Calling
by: E Walk
(© 2010-2011 by the Author)
 

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Author’s Comment:  This is a story that was started nearly two years ago but subsequently wound on the back burner.  I have decided to resurrect the story and make it autobiographical to reflect some things that have happened in my life since June of this year.  There will be some embellishments and I leave it to you, the reader, to determine what might be true and what might be fantasy.  Enjoy E

Chapter 1  

The Door Bell Rings

I was sitting at my computer writing a story when the doorbell rang.  It was six thirty in the evening and I wasn’t expecting anyone.  My son (adopted son) was at class so I went to answer.  There stood this young teenager, “Mr. Parker, do you remember me?”

I looked at him.  I knew he wasn’t someone from the immediate neighborhood but he looked familiar.  He had bright blue eyes and wavy blond hair and a wicked smile.

I guess he realized that I didn’t recognize who he was.  He gave me a break, “Mr. Parker, I’m Trey Richards.  I was in your first grade nine years ago.”

I guess I must have seemed stupid to him, “Trey, I haven’t seen you since you were in second grade when you broke your leg.  What can I do for you?”

Trey was trying hard not to cry, “Mr. Parker, may I please stay with you for a couple of days.  My father and stepmother threw me out.  My grandparents want nothing to do with me and my stepfather was the meanest of them all.  He told me if he ever saw my face again he was going to smash it.”

I looked at Trey and invited him in, “Trey, I don’t understand what’s happening.  Perhaps you had better start at the beginning.  I would be glad to let you use the extra bedroom, but I think I need to know more about what is happening first.”

“Trey, sit down and I’ll get us something to drink and then I want you to tell me exactly what is happening.” 

I got us a drink and he was huddled against the far corner of the sofa.  He started, “Mr. Parker, I’m so embarrassed about what happened.  I’ll try to tell you what happened.  Please don’t hate me.  I was home alone with my three younger brothers and they had gone outside to play just before Chris, my stepbrother, arrived at the house.”

“Chris suggested that we go to my bedroom.  He said he had something he wanted to show me.  He turned on the computer and pulled up some porn sites that he knew about.   We started watching a gay site where the guys were sucking each other’s cocks.”

“Chris started to play with my cock and it started to respond.   He maneuvered it out of my pants and got down on his knees and took it into his mouth.  I tried to push him away but it started to feel so good that I stopped resisting.  I got so excited that I unloaded in his mouth and he swallowed every drop.”

Chris stood up and dropped his pants and shorts and stood in front of me with his erect cock pointed right at my face. “Here, cocksucker, you know you want this and don’t scrape it with your teeth.”

Just then my stepsister Jean, who is two years older than Chris and me came into the room unannounced and saw what was happening or what she thought was happening.”

“Quite frankly Mr. Parker, all hell broke loose.  My stepmother was on the phone screaming at my mother.  I guess I should explain the situation.  My parents got divorced and they married my step parents who had also gotten divorced.  I guess they weren’t happy with their old partners.  Chris, Jean and their younger brother live with their father and my mother and my two half sisters.”

I looked at Trey, “Trey, are you telling me you’re gay and why did you come to my house?”

Trey had moved closer during our conversation, “Mr. Parker, I don’t know if I'm gay or not.  That experience with my stepbrother was the first sexual experience that I have ever had with another person.  I have always looked at other guys' penises when we take showers after our games trying to make sure that I didn’t have the smallest penis on the teams.  I seemed to be rather normal.”

My mind was thinking in double time, “Trey, we need to tell someone where you are, so that if anyone is looking for you they will know where they can find you. I know your mother rather well. What’s her telephone number?”

Trey told me and I made the call.  A voice answered, “This is the Walton residence.  How may I help you?”

I was still developing a plan, “Hi, this is Ed Parker, may I please speak with Kathy Walton?  Tell her it’s about school business.”

Kathy came on the phone. “Hi Ed, I thought you retired several years ago.  What can I do for you?”

“Kathy, please pretend as if this call is strictly about school business.  Trey is here at my house.  I’m going to have him stay here tonight.  I really think you need to talk to him to find out what really happened this afternoon.  I have a feeling that you have only heard a distorted version.”

“Ed, thanks for calling.  I’ll get back to you as quickly as possible.”

When I had placed the receiver on the cradle, I looked at Trey, “Take off your clothes so I can check the sizes.  I’ll go to the store and get you some clean clothes for tomorrow at least.  We’ll be able to think better in the morning.  Jordon should be home from class soon.”   

Trey stood and took off his clothes except for his briefs.  I directed him to the shower and told him where to find the guest towels. 

When I returned from the Target store which was only five blocks away, Trey was sitting there on the sofa with only his briefs on.  “I handed him the clothes I bought and he went to put on the clean clothes.

When he came out of the bathroom he was wearing his new jeans and a tee shirt.  He sheepishly asked, “Mr. Parker, may I please have something to eat?  I haven’t eaten since lunch time.”

I smacked my head with my hand, “Trey, I'm sorry, I hadn’t thought about food.  Of course, you can have anything you want.  There’s some left over pizza in the refrigerator that we had for dinner tonight.  There’s a taco pizza and a pepperoni pizza.  Help yourself.  I’m sure that you know how to operate a microwave.  What would you like to drink?”   

We were sitting at the kitchen table when Jordon came in from class.  Jordon who is 18 is a freshman at a local university,  “Okay Dad, I think you had better explain why we have teenage jail bait in the house without any shoes on, and why is he eating my breakfast”

I could see Trey tensing up, “Jordon, Trey needs our help.  I think once you visit with him, you will realize why he needs our help.  He is going to be spending the night, at least, with us.  We’ll figure out what’s going to happen tomorrow.  Trey, I’m going to make up the bed in the guest bedroom.  There is a new tooth brush in the drawer under the sink.  When you finish eating you can brush your teeth while Jordon and I make the bed.”

When we got to the extra bedroom, I told Jordon what Trey had told me.  Jordon stood up, “Dad, I know who his step brother, Chris, is and he is a real asshole.”

I looked at Jordon, “Excuse me, we don’t talk like that in this house.”

Jordon looked at me, “Dad, there is no other way describe Chris.  He thinks he is God’s gift to the world.  I’m not too surprised to find out that he is gay.  Dad, do you know who Chris’ father is?  Chris’ father is the executive secretary to the richest man in the United States who just happens to live here in this town.  Mr. Walton is so caught up in his own self importance and he is so afraid that his image will be tarnished and he dotes on his children.  Jean is my age and she has always been a bitch.  We went through grade school together.”

Trey came into the room and I hadn’t seen him but Jordon had.  “Okay Super Jock, how are you going to get to school in the morning and where are your books?  I hope you have all your homework done.”

I was surprised when Trey stood up to Jordon, “Look, Jordon, I know that you don’t like me very much because I beat you in the 10 km run at the state track meet last year, but could you please lighten up? This has been the worst day of my young life.”

I looked at Jordon and he must have realized that he was coming on a little strong.  He put his arm around Trey, “Super Jock, I’m sorry.  I need to go take my meds.  Sleep tight.”

Jordon left and I could hear him in the kitchen fixing something to eat so he could take his medicine.  I put my arms around Trey and I could feel him tensing, “Trey, go to bed.  There is a small television on the stand that you can watch and we can talk more in the morning before you go to school.”

Trey put his arms around me, “Mr. Parker, I’m afraid to go to school.  Chris will probably be spreading all sorts of stories about me and everyone will laugh at me.” 

I pulled him closer and he didn’t resist, “Look, Trey, your friends won’t believe Chris.  I’ll do what I can to turn his filthy spigot off.  Perhaps by the end of the day, Chris will be transferring to a different school.  Now go to bed.  It will be morning before we know it.”

I went to take a shower and had crawled into bed after taking my medicine when Jordon came in in his briefs, “Dad, what are you going to do about Trey?”

I put my arm around Jordon, “Jordy, I don’t know.  My mind can’t think three steps ahead like yours can.  What do you suggest?”

Jordy was ready with the answer, “Dad, I think that you might contact Mr. Richards and Mr. Walton’s bosses and tell them what is going on.  I, for one, don’t think Mr. Buffer would appreciate Mr. Walton treating his stepson like this.  I have seen Mr. Richards when he is coaching his sons’ teams and I can tell you, the only thing that he is interested in is making them jocks.”

I put my hand over Jordon’s mouth, “Jordy, look, go get some sleep.  You have an early class in the morning. Please give me some credit.  I’ll think about my options.  Now go to bed.”

Jordon kissed me on the cheek and left and the memories started to flood my medicine laden brain.  Okay, I’m sixty nine years old.  I was lying on my bed thinking about what happened to me when I was young.  I’ll come back to that another time, since this story is about what’s happening now.  I have been retired for four years.

Jordon had come to us as a foster child when he was four years old.  His parents had disappeared and he was abandoned.  He came to my wife and me with some mental problems.  We had taken him to all sorts of therapists.  We adopted him when he was six and he seemed to be doing so well until my wife had her car accident when he was twelve.  The old problems returned and it was like there were times he was out of control.

Jordon had decided that it was his fault that my wife had died.  We had a couple of rough years, but Doctor Gordon, Jordon’s psychiatrist, finally found the right balance on Jordy’s medication and he has been doing fine as long as he stays on the medications.

The next thing I remembered was that Trey was shaking me, “Mr. Parker, please wake up.  Jordon says breakfast is ready.  I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock and realized that I hadn’t set the alarm.  I stood up, forgetting that I was naked. 

Trey gasped, “Mr. Parker, that thing is huge. I’ll go tell Jordon that you will be down soon.”

I thought to myself, ‘Why didn’t you wear shorts at least to bed, dip shit?  What is Trey going to think, now?’

When I got downstairs, the two guys were laughing, so I guess they had made some sort of truce.  Jordon got me my breakfast and suggested, “Dad, I’ll drop the brat at school while you talk to his would be parents and get his things.  Trey is worried about what is going to happen to his three brothers.”

I looked at the two of them and started to laugh, “Look, guys, I’m an old man and I hate kids.  You want me to make miracles happen with the snap of my fingers.  Well forget it, my fingers are all worn out.”

Jordy came and put his arms around me, “But Daddy, your tongue still works fine.  Now finish eating and get dressed while we poor slaving students go to school.  I won’t be home until about six.  Steak and hash browns will be fine.”

Trey was almost falling off of the stool at the breakfast bar.  “Don’t worry Mr. P., I'll come about five and we’ll butcher the cow so your spoiled son can have his steak and potatoes.  I personally would rather have some nice broiled lamb chops with mint jelly but I guess your plebian son wouldn’t be able to handle that.”

I was laughing so hard that I could hardly talk, “Would you two clowns leave so I can get the things done that I need to do today?”

Jordon slapped Trey on the back, “Come on sex fiend, let’s do the dishes before we leave for school.  It will be noon before he can even think about getting dressed.”

The two guys quickly did the clean up and I was surprised when both of them hugged me before they left.  I was beginning to like this situation.  I had another cup of coffee and the phone started to ring.

I looked at the caller ID and it said H. Walton.  I picked up the receiver, “This is Ed Parker, how may I help you.”

“Ed, this is Kathy and I can talk now, everyone is gone.  What is it that you want to talk about?”

“Kathy, I don’t know what Jean and Chris have told anyone, but this is Trey’s version of what happened.  I told her what Trey had told me and then added,  he told me that was the first time that he had ever had sex with another person.”

Kathy was extremely quiet for an extended period of time, “Ed, can I come to talk to Trey at your house this afternoon?  I would like to talk to him alone.  I’ll bring him some clothes.  I don’t think he should try to go home just yet.  I hope you don’t mind him staying with you at least for a couple of days.”

“Kathy, I’ll call you when Trey gets here.  He said something about not getting back until about five.  He must have some sort of thing going on after school.”

I made two more quick calls, the first was to the Headquarters of the Berksway Hathashire.  Some disinterested voice answered.  I spoke into the phone, “This is Ed Parker, I would like to make an appointment to see Mr. Buffer as soon as possible.  I own a hundred shares of the Class A stock.  I would like the appointment to be this morning.  This is about some personnel matters that I would like to discuss with him.”

The voice came back with a little bit more enthusiasm, “Mr. Buffer will see you at 10:30, sir.  Do you know where our offices are?”

I answered, “Thank you, Miss, I know where your offices are located and I’ll be there at 10:30.”

I made my next call.  The call was answered by a coarse voice, “This is the Peter Hewitt Office what do you want?”

I didn’t quite know how to respond, but answered, “I’d like to make an appointment to see whoever is in charge as soon as possible.”

The voice came back, “The only person here is Mr. Richards and he don’t know nothing.  He’s a yes man.”

I looked at the phone, “Please tell Mr. Richards that a Mr. Parker will be there to meet with him at one o’clock.”

I went to take a shower thinking, ‘This is the most fun, I’ve had since I retired.  I’m about to kick some butts.’

To be continued...

Editor's Notes:  OH BOY!!!!! I am really enjoying this new story.  I am not the least bit surprised to find that I am completely hooked and I'm in serious withdrawal and in need of the next chapter.  Jordon seems like a very nice young man, and it seems that he and Trey are actually going to get along just fine, after that first little introduction. It seems like Trey's Mom is a good person and really cares what happens to him. Mr. Parker seems like a really interesting person and he seems to care about Trey's well being.  It looks to me as if we have the makings for a really interesting story.  Why does that not surprise me?

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 12/17/10