Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2022 11:56:57 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: A very English Trailer Park - Part 4a

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The guy glanced down at me.

"Think you can fuck my friend again, stud?"

I felt down, my cock throbbed in my hand, I stood it up and gave it a
waggle.

Stephen approached the bed.

"Looks like that's a yes to me."

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A very English Trailer Park – Part 4a


The Police arrived with Drew at about nine o'clock the following
morning. One of them knocked on the caravan door; I opened it in only a
pair of loose white boxers. The Officer appeared to give me the once over,
paying special attention to my groin, then stared at my neck. I began to
feel really uncomfortable. What was he looking at? God, he just ran his
tongue between his lips.

"Does Drew Bright stay here?"

"I nodded, yes he is my partner."

The Policeman stood to the side as Drew barged into the caravan and went
straight into the bedroom, practically knocking me out of the way.

The Officer followed him in, "Hello, well, he was arrested for causing a
disturbance yesterday afternoon. Just over there, actually." The officer
pointed towards the administrative buildings. "I am surprised you didn't
see. He was making enough noise!"

"No, I didn't see anything... I was busy."

He nodded, "He kept on that you were missing."

I didn't answer.

"Anyway, he has been bailed pending further enquiries. Can I ask you to
sign this?"

The Officer stood awfully close. His arm resting on the small of my back.

He smiled, his hand making little circles. "Pretty feisty, your partner,
isn't he?"

He handed me an official-looking form. I signed it. He then took out a
white notepad from his pocket, wrote something on it, tore it from the pad
and folded it before handing it to me.

"That will be all. I will let you get on then, enjoy the rest of your
holiday. It has got a good bar this place, I have stayed here myself. Are
you here for much longer?"

"Err, a few more days. Well, we are supposed to be."

"Well, don't let this spoil your fun. Maybe I can sort this out, so it
doesn't spoil your fun-time here. It is always good to have fun-time, don't
you think?"

I nodded, what did that mean? What did any of that mean? 'Maybe he could
sort it out'. Fun-time? Did he know about what had happened to me? He
winked, turned, and left. I closed the door and looked at the piece of
paper: it said 'Names Pat', then he had scribbled down his mobile number. I
peered out the window and watched him get into his car. He glanced back,
his hand gripping the front of his trousers. He saw me and waved. I hid
behind the curtain, hearing his car door close as I did.

The door of the bedroom crashed open. I barely had time to shove the piece
of paper into my pocket.

Drew flew at me, "Where the fuck were you?"

He launched himself at me, fists flaying. Well, more girly slaps, really.

"Where the fuck were you? I was bloody arrested. Where the fuck did you go?
Who was that blond twink?"

More slaps

"Look at your chest, your neck is covered in love bites!"

I glanced down, shit so I was.

"Well?"

"I don't know, honestly."

He stood glaring at me. I tried to embrace him, but he pulled away.

"Drew, I honestly don't know, I think my drink was tampered with."

"What drink?"

"Well, I met that guy from the first night Lucas swimming, he invited me
back for a coffee; then I don't remember anything."

I was silently praying Drew would believe me.

"What, you think he drugged you?"

I nodded, adding, "I don't know for certain, it sure looks like it."

His eyes filled with tears and he began slapping me again

"How could you? How could you? How could you? Look at your neck!"

He began sobbing and fell into my arms. I squeezed him tightly, kissing the
side of his face, he pulled away once more.

"Don't, I must smell. The Police cell was awful. I must have a shower."

He stood back, his fingers tracing along the line of love bites, he bit his
lip and turned away, vanishing into the caravan's bedroom. Around twelve
noon, I knocked. "Drew, do you want something to eat?"

"No, go away. I hate you!"

I sat and ate alone. Fucking holiday camp, I hadn't wanted to come here in
the first place. Now it was all my fault. I finished my lunch and decided
to go for a walk. I knocked on the bedroom door again. "Do you want to come
for a walk? I am getting fed up sitting in here."

"No, go away!"

"Drew, please."

"Go away!"

Fuck it! I had enough. I grabbed my phone and headed out. The sun was
beautiful, even the sea air smelt amazing. Right, where to go? I remembered
I had seen a costal foot path on the map when we arrived. It ran right
alongside the park's perimeter, next to the sea and a nearby river. That's
where I would go, for a walk along the river. It didn't take long to find
the path.

It snaked alongside the river, heading inland. The start was just where the
river met the sea, next to the park. The first fifty yards it was
paved. That then gave way to a hard baked earth path, lucky it had been dry
for a few days, otherwise it would have been a sea of mud. The path grew
more uneven and unkept the further I went, before it headed into woodland.

The dog walkers, of which there had been many, petered out the thicker the
bushes and undergrowth got. Now there just seemed to be single guys walking
about. Many, heading off the path into the impenetrable thicket. It
suddenly dawned on me. I was in a cruising ground.

My cock stirred and throbbed in my shorts. I had always loved cruising as a
teenager. I never could work out why, though. Was it the smell of the woods
and earth? The excitement? The danger? The anonymous nature of the sex?
Just the sex? I chuckled, mentally ticking all the above in my brain.

My cock seemed to remember how much fun we had, too. If he could have
peered out of my waistband, I am sure he would have. My balls too, they
sent me a little tweak, reminding me I hadn't emptied them today, well yet,
or was it just an aching pain from all the fun yesterday?

My cock intervened, belching out a spurt of precum. I felt it stick to my
treasure trail, forming a slick runway which my bellend now made full use
of, sliding up and down with each step I took. That very action, adding yet
more precum, only increasing the stimulation of my cockhead. Fuck it,
activating my gaydar search mode. I headed into the bushes.

I checked my pockets. I needed to make sure nothing fell out, always a
hazard when out cruising. I smiled to myself, how many sets of keys had I
lost in the past? It didn't bear thinking about. I pulled out the bits in
my pocket. Seeing again the note from Pat the Policeman, God, I was calling
him by his name. I had better get rid of that, if Drew saw it, he would do
his pieces.

I stopped in a small clearing. Pat's cute smiling face, filling my mind. He
had been lovely though, good looking too, and understanding and helpful. I
had another smile. And he looked hung! I fiddled with the bit of paper. I
should really thank him for looking after Drew. You know, getting him back
safely. That would be the right thing to do. I quickly added his number to
phone, before those voices in my head told me to stop. I used my usual
trick of entering his name backwards. How Drew hadn't worked that one out,
I never knew. Christ, you didn't have to work at Bletchley Park, to work it
out. I remember him laughing one day as he looked at my contacts, saying,
"You know a lot of east Europeans."

Momentarily shocked, I had said, "Yes, the company has a lot of them now."

He had nodded, handing my phone back to me.

I had just finished entering 'Tap Namecilop' and the number into my phone
when a voice spoke behind me. "Hi, lovely day."

I glanced round. My eyes confronted by a tanned, blond vision. No more than
eighteen, with a beaming smile. He was shirtless, it hung loosely tucked
into the waistband of his shorts. His chest betrayed he worked out, so did
his legs for that matter. The fine dusting of golden hairs on his pecs,
stomach and legs, unable to hide the muscle definition below. On his feet,
he wore flip-flops. I couldn't help but check out his feet, his toenails
were beautifully manicured. He had beautifully shaped feet, too. A little
fetish of mine. "Hi, yes, you're right. It's lovely." I managed to stammer
out. He stopped and smiled again.

"Problems with your phone? Not much of a signal round here. That is why I
like it, no one can disturb you." His voice was clear and deep.

He slipped one hand up across his glowing chest, his fingers running up his
sweaty torso, then across his nipples, my eyes following his fingers. My
cock was too, I felt it spurt out another dribble of precum. I blushed as
my eyes reached his face, his were locked on mine. I had been caught
ogling. "No, phones okay. I was just adding a number." He smiled, reaching
his hand up and scratching the back of his crewcut. My dick spurted again
as I focused on the bush of hair under his arms. Even though he was several
feet away, I breathed deeply, hoping to catch his smell on the light
breeze.

His eyes had dropped to the front of my shorts, I am sure he smirked. Fuck,
it was obvious, my cock was hard. I blushed again. Another breath-taking
smile. "Oh well, I had better let you get on." Was that a wink? He went to
turn away. My heart sank. Then he stopped and turned back. "Oh, you haven't
seen anywhere open and private enough for nude sunbathing, have you? I just
love to strip off, especially when it is as nice as this." His hand ran
down his chest this time, his long-manicured fingers vanishing under the
waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough to reveal his silky
happy trail.

I shook my head, "No, sorry." Okay, okay, I know what you're all thinking!
"For fucksake! wake up! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

He gave a little shake of his head, "No problem, I think there are some
fields this way. Bye then." Another killer smile.

"Err, fields? Would you mind if I came with you? Too many flies and thorns
in the trees here. And you're right, it is a beautiful day for topping up
the old tan."

He smiled again. My cock throbbed again. "This way."

Now you're probably all thinking I am a bit dim, slow even. My cock did! My
brain was going into overdrive, my gaydar into melt down. I walked behind
him along the narrow path. He had a black bum bag perched on his hips, but
my eyes focused on his beautiful buns, gently rolling from one side to the
other with each step. He swatted away a fly. The breeze brought my nose,
the faint smell of fresh sweat as he raised his arm. I licked my lips,
well, they were a bit dry.

"I am Dan, by the way."

"I'm Niall."

I know it is stupid, but I couldn't stop myself, "Hi Niall."

He chuckled, "Hi Dan." He was probably thinking I was a complete burke. I
felt my cock wilt, it obviously did.

"Looks like you work out!" God, now I was sounding creepy. It is funny once
you are in a stable relationship how you forget the 'Fine art of
cruising'. "Do you play a lot of sport?"

"Yeah, I like to keep myself in shape."

"What's your sport?"

"Wrestling."

"Wow, well, you certainly have the build for it."

He glanced back, smiling, "Thank you. You look fit yourself. Don't you want
to take off your shirt? You must be roasting."

"Mmmmm, you're not wrong." I hauled my t-shirt off over my head. Niall
glanced back again, winked, saying, "Nice. I like a guy who is not afraid
of love bites."

Now I was blushing again. Christ, I was acting like a lovesick
teenager. Get a grip!

We walked on in silence for a few more minutes. My nipples were now
obviously in league with my cock, all sticking out, following him. Flooding
my brain with dirty thoughts, amazingly dirty thoughts. He turned back
again, smiling once more, "Here we are."

I glanced past him, a large field of corn. Well, what I call corn on the
cob, stretched out before us. "Come on, let's get into the middle, then we
can flatten some down and sunbath in peace."

As my cock spurted yet more precum, I followed him, "Cool, sounds like a
plan to me!"

We pushed through the tall green stalks. I counted I had taken at least
fifty steps when Niall stopped. "This will be fine."

He grinned, "Come on, help me flatten some down." Laughing, we worked out a
knack of kicking the stalk near the bottom am pushing it flat, stamping on
it to get it to lay flat. We soon had a rough circle about Fifteen feet
across. He pulling his t-shirt from the waist of his shorts and threw it
down, it was quickly followed by his bum bag. He grinned, then unbuckled
his shorts. I held my breath, Christ, he was going commando. He scratched
his balls and pulled on his cock, before letting his shorts fall to the
ground, kicking them off his feet to join his t-shirt.

My cock throbbed as I drank in the sight before me. Fuck, I hoped it
wouldn't be too embarrassing, all my precum smeared everywhere, when it
came to dropping mine.

"Well, are you going to join me?"

I glanced round, "Are you sure it's safe?"

He gave me a bemused look, "Really? Are you serious?"

"Well..."

He came towards me. He reached out, his fingers pushed through my clippered
chest hair. He took hold of my nipples with his fingers, twisting
them. "Quit the crap grandad and get your shorts off."

I couldn't help but laugh, "Grandad? Aren't we going to be sunbathing,
then?"

He winked and leant in to kiss me, his hands dropping to my waistband, and
began undoing my shorts. With them undone, he stepped back, giving them a
push downwards, helping them on their way. "Ooh, I didn't have you as a
loose white boxer sort of guy at all." Another chuckle and he slapped my
hard cock, which was forcing out the front of my boxers, desperate to greet
him. "Nice, loads of precum too, I love that." I glanced down, seeing the
large wet patch, my cocklips easily seen through the now soaking
see-through material. He slipped his fingers into the shorts and pulled
them down, too. His hand immediately gripping my swaying cock, his fingers
squeezing it tightly. "Lovely!"

He swished over to his bum bag and got down on all fours, showing me his
perfect ass. His legs were just wide enough apart to frame and showcase his
perfectly smooth low hangers. My cock throbbed again, he glanced back,
"Coming?"

I wanted to say "Very nearly," but stopped myself, I kicked off my trainers
and shed my socks, before sitting down next to him. He seemed to pop
something into his mouth and swallowed it down with a swig of
water. Putting down his bum bag, he turned back to me. Oh no, he had a
small blue pill between his lips. Not again.

He pushed his lips to mine. I could feel his tongue easing the tablet
between my lips. He pulled back fractionally and gave my lips another quick
peck, then handed me a small bottle of water. "Wash it down with this,
stud!"

I took a gulp, swallowing it all done, Christ, it was hot, and I was
thirsty. As the last of the liquid carried the tablet down my throat, I
tasted the slightly salty flavour of the water. "Christ Niall, what's this
sea water?"

He didn't answer, instead his fingers moved to my neck, caressing my love
bites. "Let us just lie back and let the pill take effect." He giggled and
reached for my still throbbing cock, he slid his hand up and down its full
eight thick uncut inches, pulling my foreskin back exposing my flared
bellend to the sun. He kissed my cock lips mumbling, "Not that I think you
need a bluey." He lay back, putting his head on my chest, "Just rest for
fifteen minutes, that's all." I lay there, drifting in the sun's rays,
Niall's fingers toying with my nipples and chest hair, while my cock oozed
out a precum lake on my abs.

I must have dozed off, not for long. His lips were soon back on mine,
bringing me round. I smiled as I stroked his back, God, my arm felt heavy,
my mouth didn't taste too good either. "God, Niall, that water was salty. I
can still taste it. What sort of water is it?" He gave a dirty chuckle,
reaching back beside his bum bag. He produced two small plastic bottles,
one still containing water. He held them both up, giving each a little
shake. "Well, this full one, which I drank from, contains tap water." He
wiggled the other empty bottle, "This one you drank from did contain water
and..." He giggled, "I'm naughty, ever such a small amount of GHB." He took
the cap off and turned the bottle upside down, "And you drank it all up."

Fuck not again! I tried to get up, but as soon as I tried, my head started
spinning.

"Easy, Tiger, just lie back and let me enjoy the ride."

Niall clambered over me, his fingers running through my chest hair to my
nipples, "Let's have those arms above your head." He manoeuvred them both
up and back above my head. I felt the breeze playing with my armpit
hair. "Nice," he mewed, lowering his nose into them. "Fuck, I love horny
fit men like you."

I forced myself to mumble out, "You didn't need to drug me."

I don't think it even registered as his tongue began to lick through my pit
hair. Fuck, it felt good, each lick sending shock waves of pleasure to my
brain and my dick.

"Fuck, you taste good."

He sat up on my abs, I could feel his firm buns clenching as he moved
forward up my chest, his own cock, which I had only seen soft up to
now. Stood out proudly from his groin, not huge, maybe six inches, but it
looked good on him. Its cut head, bright crimson, precum giving it a glossy
sheen. I went to open mouth as it got closer.

"Not yet, Stud, I want to run it against this designer stubble of yours."

He pushed forward, holding the base of his shaft, forcing it through the
half inch stubble on my chin. He threw his head back, "Oh fuck, yes. Fuck
yes!"

I felt his precum smearing on to my chin and cheek. He stopped, his
cockhead visibly twitching, drips of precum, sticky dog snot flowing from
the white lips. He slapped his cock against my face, droplets flew off from
the head, into my hair. "Now take it!" He thrust it into my mouth. Now I
don't want to sound cruel, but it wasn't big enough to make me gag and,
loving the taste of boy cock, I lapped it all over with my tongue. God, I
had always thought of twinks as irritating, but I was rapidly finding out,
thanks to this holiday, you can have amazing sex with them.

Niall reached back and gripped my shaft while he fucked my mouth, grinding
his smooth balls against my designer stubble. His tightly clenched hand
dragging my foreskin back and forth over my cockhead. Shit, why was it cut
guys thought it was okay to be so rough with such a delicate piece of skin?
I gasped out, trying to push his cock from my mouth with my tongue. "Oi, be
careful. Not so rough, it will tear." He looked down at me as if I was
crazy, but luckily did take it easier.

He spun round on my abs, "Let me have a closer look!" He bent forward, I
could feel his breath on my cockhead, "Looks okay to me." Another chuckle,
"Let me kiss it better."

My cock throbbed in anticipation, spurting out more precum. His kiss licked
it all away, he wanked me some more. Then eased his lips slowly down. I
felt the resistance as he controlled their spread over my cock head and
then feeling them as they tightened immediately under the glans. Niall
sucked on my bellend, working the head, both with his lips and tongue. I
thought he had forgotten my balls. I could feel them practically doing
somersaults in their clippered hairy sac.

I heard him gurgle as his lips reached my pubes. Fuck, this boy could deep
throat. His breathing audibly stopped as his tongue and throat muscles
undulated and he swallowed my bellend and three good inches of my shaft
into his throat. I wanted to stroke and lick that pert arse in front of
me. Why the fuck had he drugged me? I tried to strain up, my tongue just
managing to glance along his butt cheek.

With my cock screaming at me, 'what did you do that for?' Niall pulled off
him and grinned back at me. "Nice cock, Mr." I wiggled my tongue toward his
arse, mumbling, "Please."

He waggled it back towards me, his balls swinging against his muscled
thighs, "Hang on."

With his arse so close to my face I could smell him, he stopped. I wanted
to shout out 'NOOOOO'. He took hold of my cock once more and popped the
bellend into his mouth. With his chest leaning on my abs, he reached back
with each hand and, gripping a cheek with each, he pulled them open. His
beautiful pink hole, I swear, winked at me. With a final thrust of his hips
backwards, my lips were on it. My cock spurted more precum into his mouth,
he groaned, his tongue quickly lapping it up. I kissed his pucker, gently
at first, getting it wet, before flicking it with my tongue and blowing
jets of warm breath across it. His head rose up, my cock pulled from his
mouth and slapped across my abs again with a wet splat. His neck arched
backwards, his eyes facing the sky as he pushed his hips downwards, his
hands still holding open his cheeks. "Fuck Mr, Lick it! Force your fat
tongue in there!"

"Call me, Dan, will you?. You Horny fucker." I managed to gasp between
licks and kisses. I so wanted to finger his hole, grip those beautiful
swinging balls. I tried to move my arms, hey I could, whatever he had given
me was wearing off. I stroked his hole, pushing my finger alongside my
tongue into him. His head spun round. He saw my hands moving, I thought he
was going to leap up. His face rapidly went through its thought processes
and obviously decided, and rightly, I wasn't going to hurt him.

I finger fucked his hole, stretching his pink sphincter, slowly changing
its colour until it was a deep crimson. He was moaning, his mouth having to
pull off my cock, to let out the sounds of pleasure he was making. His hand
left his arse cheek and gripped my head. First pulling me harder against
him, forcing my tongue deeper, then grunting as he pushed my head away.

"I want to ride you cock," he gasped, as he again changed his
position. Spinning round on my abs until he was facing me once more, he
raised his hips, his muscled thighs taut, as he lifted himself above my
cock. I grasped the base of my shaft, as he pulled apart his arse cheeks
and began to lower himself back down.

"Grab the poppers from my bag." He moaned as I felt my cockhead begin its
journey into him. I reached for the bag, quickly finding the small brown
bottle.

"Hold it to my nose." His voice was pleading, his breath coming in gasps as
his arse swallowed up more and more of my cock. I did as he begged, hearing
him sniffing deeply several times up each nostril. His head went back
again, a long moan escaping his lips.

"Fuck yes."

He looked at me, his eyes gone, a real poppers' gooner. He sighed as he
slid down, taking each of my eight thick inches deep inside him. He leant
forward, his hand on my shoulders while his hips caused his arse to ride my
shaft.

"More poppers." He gasped again.

He gripped his bouncing cock and began to furiously wank it, just inches
from my face. As his hole rode my cock, he began to pant, his balls pulled
tight to his shaft, "Open your mouth."  I didn't need to be asked twice. He
howled like a wolf, throwing his head back again as his cock began to spurt
his cum. It splattered across my face, some landing in my open mouth. The
rest painting my face. It must have been the taste of his nectar on my
tongue, my balls pulled tight and my cock went into ignition mode. I
blasted my load into him as his muscles spasmed round my shaft. Fuck, this
was good. He collapsed forward, my cock still pulsing my cum into him. He
buried his face in my neck and began to bite and suck. Fuck, not another
one.


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