"Dex-eeeee," I cooed into his ear, "tell me about 'Daddy.'"
We'd been driving for 30-minutes and still had another half-hour to go. I decided to put the time to good use and do some 'homework' before I met his father. A boy needs to be prepared when going into a possible hostile situation.
"Uh, well, I, uh...there's not much to tell..." he stammered.
My hand in his pants had remained motionless so far, just cradling his balls. I began to gently massage them. I leaned over, kissed his cheek, then slowly pushed my tongue in his ear. I felt his body shiver.
"Does he have a nice cock?" I whispered.
He flinched. His face turned a dark red. Uh-oh, I thought, too personal too soon.
From what I'd learned from Hoppy, Dex's relationship with his father was, well, no sugar-coating it - call it what it is - incestuous...everyone in town knew Dex was his father's butt-boy even though Dex never admitted anything to anyone.
"He don't have to say a word," said Hoppy, "that's just the way boys are brought up here – especially if he's the only boy in the family like Dex - they don't call us 'Buttfuck, Tennessee' for nothin'!"
I began to caress and fondle not only Dex's balls, but his dormant penis, as well...gently moving my hand back and forth over the soft, warm tube of flesh.
Like everyone else in town, Dex's Daddy has a nickname, too.
"Backdoor Man," smiled Hoppy when he told me. "That was his preference with the girls long before he switched to boys..."
The only times Hoppy opened up to me was when I was kneeling between his legs, teasing his hard cock with my lips and tongue.
"He must either be smart, or one heckuva businessman to become the richest man in town," I commented, then traced my tongue up the long vein on the underside of his cock.
"You shittin' me, boy? He's dumb as a snake and just as mean...he fell ass-backwards into money...Orville, that's his real name, was like most of the old-timers around here – he survived by scamming the government...unemployment, welfare, food stamps – hell, he went so far as to claim he was disabled and the government bought it hook, line and sinker – I hear he STILL goes around in a wheelchair even though he's perfectly healthy..."
"Why would he do that now if he doesn't have to?" I asked.
"Because he's the laziest, no-good-for-nothin' piece of perverted white trash who ever lived on this earth...just goes to show you even God makes mistakes!" he said with spittle flying out of his contemptuously twisted lips. "Are you gonna suck me off yet, boy, or am I gonna have to box your ears?"
"I like to hear you talk about this town," I coquettishly smiled up at him. "How did the 'Backdoor Man' get all his money if he's so lazy?"
"Pure, dumb-ass luck," he said, almost shouting. "Don't know how, but the government discovered uranium on his land and gave Orville a boatload of cash for the property...more money than anyone in this town ever saw...God damn lucky redneck!"
He was so enraged he was frothing at the mouth. I licked his cock to calm him down. I lapped-up the precum oozing from his slit.
"So where do they live now?" I asked, then kissed the length of his shaft up to the glans then back down to the base.
"Stupid-ass government gave him another parcel of land as part of the deal...Orville even conned'em into building him a house high on a ridge, and get this – it overlooks the goddamn uranium mine!" he said shaking his head.
"You really don't like 'The Backdoor Man' do you?" I asked.
His voice softened, "Well, ya know...it ain't all his fault...his daddy was even dumber and meaner than him...and poor Dex – he can't help himself either..."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Well, when he was born it was only his daddy and his sister living in that hillbilly shack of theirs..."
Oh-oh, I had a bad feeling where this was going.
"We're all pretty sure Dex's sister is his mother, too," he said.
Oh my goodness...
I was about to reward Hoppy for the information with an enthusiastic sucking when he said something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight.
"A word of advice, boy...if Dex takes you up there to meet his daddy, you be very careful, ya hear?" he said ominously.
"Why is that?" I asked.
"It wasn't too long ago Dex took another boy up there to meet his father, and, well...no one has seen or heard of that boy ever since..."
"What happened to him?" I asked.
"No one knows for sure...we all have our suspicions...Orville has a ten-foot high, electrified fence surrounding the place, and that might have gotten the boy...or the boy fell or was pushed off the cliff that goes down to the mine, or hell, some folks think Limbaugh and Hannity tore the boy to shreds."
"What are conservative pundits doing there?" I asked sarcastically.
"They're not pundits, boy–-they're German Shepherds and they're meaner than Orville hisself...hell, everybody knows pundits bark is worse than their bite..."
There was something very strange about his story...he wasn't telling me the whole truth.
"Why all the security?" I asked. "An electrified fence? Two nasty dogs? What is Orville trying to protect?"
Hoppy paused. He seemed to be thinking whether or not he should tell me the rest of the story.
He looked around to make sure we were alone...of course we were alone–-I was blowing him in the little office behind the front desk–-who else would be there?
"See boy...when the government gave Orville all that money he didn't put it in the bank–-he don't trust banks...no, I know he's got it buried somewhere on his property..."
"How much money did he get?" I asked.
"Rumor has it he got fifty-million dollars in cash, and it's all up there in the house, or on his land..."
