My trailer is average for the park. I eschewed the double-wide for a simple, two-bedroom unit - one on each end. The small living room in the center is big enough for my large screen TV and the couple of arcade games I kept after the divorce. Gone is the 8-foot slate pool table, but where would that have gone? Although I did consider using the dining room.

The residents have taken a shine to me, in their words, not mine. Mostly because I'm around all the time and I'll take care of their kids. They know I'm different, my speech belies a better education than theirs. They aren't sure why I'm here - which really just adds to the mystery. The rumors have ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous: witness protection program, drug lord in hiding, research psychiatrist. It's the latter that's the closest, I guess. My research involves the children of the park and their response to outside stimuli - mainly my cock and tongue.

My first subject was Sean, a shy kid with a wicked stutter. After introducing him to the pleasures of my cock and mouth, his stutter all but vanished. That made him an easy convert. He is perhaps my biggest supporter, a research assistant of sorts, who helps me lure in the other kids. He brought me Tim, a nice kid with the cutest ass of any boy in the park. (The cutest ass overall award still belongs to Jen - she's a true cutie!) Tim was a force/feel/accept kid; first we secretly forced the sex on him, then we showed him how good it could feel and finally he accepted being a part of the group. He and Sean are best buddies - sexual and other. I strongly encourage this interaction among the kids. Besides giving me a great thrill watching them wrestle, suck and fuck each other it provides the illusion of normalcy for my own activities. Making the kids comfortable is very important to me.

I considered Tim's little sister Kim an "untouchable." At five years old she was just a little too young to let into the fold. Or for me to let myself in the folds, so to speak. But there was something different about the young girl - she reminded me of Jon-Benet, pixie-cute but seemingly mature in many ways. Their mom was a stripper at a local club and worked nights. She preferred "exotic entertainer" to stripper, but I just thought of her as a stripper. She was worn down by life and the kids and actually seemed to appreciate my help. When the kids were at my place she could perform her "after-hours" activities with her clients. I didn't mind, I just performed mine with her kids.

I recall vividly the first time Tim brought little Kim over to my place. She was dressed in a blue and white checkered skirt that rode just above her knees. She had a pretty, satiny white blouse on and had actually put on make-up. Her make-up wasn't the little-girl, dress-up application, though. She had applied it with more skill than women, well women four times her age. Her eyes sparkled when she talked and she seemed to enjoy the extra attention I gave her when she talked about things important to her: dolls, kindergarten, the new play ground. I listened raptly, not hearing the words as much as watching the talker. She had straight teeth and a button nose accented by wavy blonde hair. Her bangs hung over her eyes just a little bit, accentuating the pixie look. She was sitting across from me and several times she adjusted her legs and I could just make out the small triangle of cotton covering her tiny crotch. My cock was throbbing at the thought of taking this little girl while my mind struggled to remain in control.

The evening turned mellow and I could tell that Sean and Tim were starting to get horney. That usually happened when the two of them hung out at my place and knew they could use the bedroom any time they wanted to. I was getting worked up too, although it was over little Kim. Tim must have sensed my mood, because he was the one that started the evening off.

"Hey Kim," he yelled across the room to his little sister.

"Yeah? What do you want?" She was perturbed at being interrupted. Obviously she was getting more attention from me than she usually received from home.

"You want to have some fun tonight?" Tim asked.

She narrowed her eyes and said warily, "Maybe. What are you thinking?"

"Why don't you dance for Mr. Tom? Like mom does?"

"Tiiiimmm!" She said, hissing through clenched teeth. "You said we couldn't talk about thaaaaat!"

"Mr. Tom is cool, Kim. Really. Mr. Tom, would you like to see Kimbo dance?" Tim said, smiling at me. He had the same lascivious smile Sean got when he was trying to set something up.

"Yeah," I said eagerly, looking at Kim. "I'd really like to see you dance, Kim. I bet you're a great dancer!"

Kim blushed and looked down at the floor. I didn't want to push, but knowing Tim and Sean the show would be good.

"Okay, I'll dance," she said......(cont)