Date: Wed, 16 Jun 2004 18:24:20 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: TRAILER TRASH

His name was Tad Turner, but my older brother always called him Trailer
Trash.  I couldn't figure it out because he was always neat and clean even
though he never wore anything other than a pair of shorts, a baseball cap
and deck shoes during the summer months.

Jason, my best bud, and I were riding past the trailer park where he lived
when he pulled into the park and stopped in front of us and rolled down his
window.

"Hi Joey, what do you hear from Cal (my older brother)?"

"Not much except that he likes College (he was in his sophomore year at
State and had enrolled in Summer School) and he's enjoying Summer School so
far."

"That's more than I've heard, the prick has never written or called.  Why
don't you drop by and tell me about him."

"Both of us have a plastic bag of groceries, hanging from our handle bars,
for Jason's mom.  He just lives 2 blocks from here.  I'll be right back."

"Turn right in the park and I'm No. 19, see ya." He flashed me a smile.

I kinda did want to see Tad again.  He was older than Cal by two years and
whenever he'd hang out with Cal in his room, he'd always mess up my hair
with his hand and talk to me.  I liked him. In fact I liked him a lot.  He
was a terrific looker, medium, height with quite a nice build and blue eyes.
  He had nipple rings in each of his nipples and TURNER was tattooed across
his back in 3-inch high letters.  My mom didn't like either the rings or the
tattoo, but Call always replied back, "Oh mom, a lot of guys have them now
days."

When I knocked on his door, he hollered, "Come in, its unlocked."

Holy shit, he was sitting in a recliner chair, naked, totally fucking naked,
with an 8" cock dangling between his legs."  I tried to ignore staring at it
but I wasn't succeeding very well.

"Sorry to shock you Joey.  This metal singlewide gets hot as hell when it's
been locked up a while.  I just get naked until the window AC begins to cool
it down."

"I don't mind."  (Mind hell, I was fascinated at the looks of it.)

"Well, I guess you know now why Cal always calls me Trailer Trash.  I have a
woman that comes in once a week cleans it, takes my laundry home with her
and brings it back the next day."


"Yea, I can see it's clean."

"But, and this is a big but, I work nights and sleep mornings when I get
home, so I never seem to get the time to pick up all my crap that's spread
on top of every thing that's level in here.  It is a trashy trailer."

Now that I was here, I felt awkward, even though he was being nice, as
usual.

We talked about Cal for a while and then, out of the blue, he changes the
subject."

"Joey, do you mess around?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, mess around with other boys. Haven't you ever wanted too?"

"Well, sometimes."

"Haven't you even gone to the park with that kid you were with and jacked
off in front of each other."

"No."

"Then you don't have a clue as what boys, or boys and men, do together?"

I shook my head to indicate no.

"I see you're having a good, long look at my cock.  Would you like me to
show you a few things?"

I shook my head to indicate yes, this time.

"Well, come on over here and feel it as a starter."

Damn, I was out of my chair like a shot from a gun.

He spread his legs apart and said, " Kneel down, feel it and look at it as
much as you want to."

I'd been more excited than I'd ever been just looking at it across the room
and I knew my penis was harder than it had ever been in my life, but seeing
it up close, raising it up with my hand, feeling it erect at my touching,
looking a his big man balls, and his blonde pubic hair was actually making
me quiver with excitement and drooling as well.

"Oh that feels so good, Joey.  I haven't had anyone play with it for a long
time.  Want to go one step further."

"Yea, but you'll have to tell me what you want me to do, or show me."

"For a start, stand up."

He felt it though my shorts unzipped them and pulled them down to my feet,
felt it through my jockeys and then pulled them down to the floor.

"Take off your shoes and get naked."

I thought I'd be embarrassed being naked in front of him, but I wasn't.
Surprisingly it seemed natural, my being naked and him being naked in front
of me.

"Hot damn, Joey you're a real pony boy, that fucker must be 7-inches.  I
love it.  I love it."

"I love yours, too."

"Well Cal called me "Trailer Trash", some of the guys I mess around with
call me "Horse."

"I can see why.  Did you and Cal ever mess around with each other?"

"No way, Cal's a Straight-8.

"What does that mean?"

In Cal's case, it means he fucked every cunt in High School that would put
out for him.  Do you know what I'm talking about now?"

Without taking my hands away from his cock, I said, "Yea."

He stood up, locked me in an open mouth kiss (the first time that anyone
other than my mom had kissed me), grabbed my penis and walked me backward to
the sofa, guided me down on the sofa and got on his arms atop me.  Oh Jesus,
he started rubbing his cock up and down, all over me, over my penis, between
my legs, across my stomach and my nipples and across my face, especially my
lips.

"Joey, I guess jacking each other off at the same time would be the next
logical step, but I want to skip that for the next one beyond jacking.  If I
were to go first, I'd blow my nuts in 30 seconds, so you go first and I'll
show you how it's done."

He slid up, braced his arms on the sofa's arm and told me to open my mouth.
He sank about half his shaft inside my mouth and told me to suck it.  Again,
it just seemed a natural thing for two naked males to be doing.  I didn't
know if I was doing it right, but it also seemed to be something that you
just somehow knew how to do and were just waiting to do it.

He was gentle and it was lasting a long time, I guessed, being it was my
first experience.  I guess he also forgot to tell me that he was about to
climax and was going to cum right into my mouth.  There was nothing I could
do but swallow it.  I liked it. It was sweet.

"Oh Joey, you did really well, can I suck yours now?"

Not waiting for an answer, he pulled me up and had me sit on the back of the
sofa with my legs spread and my 7-inches poking straight out.  He gently
cupped my ball sack in one of his hands and scooped my penis into his mouth.
  God, it felt good.  I could see why males liked to do it to each other.  I
thought I'd pop my nuts in no time, but he knew how to make things last.
He' pull off my cock, just look at it for a while or ever so gently and
slowly rub a finger around the rim of my cockhead.  It felt so good, such an
incredible mixture of pleasure and pain all wrapped into one.  He hadn't
told me when he was going to climax. He had me so worked up that I forgot to
tell him and I just erupted into his mouth.  He scooted up and locked our
mouths into another prolonged kiss.

"What time during the afternoons are you free?"

"All day actually, my mom works and lots of time she even puts in overtime."

Well why don't you come over any time after 1 o'clock, any afternoon.  Do
you want to come back?"

"I really do!"  I didn't know how bad I wanted to do stuff with him again
because I was there at 1 o'clock sharp the next day.  Then, Friday turned
out to be an unbearably hot day, a boiling sun, no breeze, and muggy as
hell.  Right away he suggested we go to the swimming pool.  I told him I'd
go home and get my trunks.

"He said, don't bother, I'll take you by the sporting goods store and buy
you some new ones because I probably wouldn't like the one's you've got
anyway."

He grabbed two beach towels, wrapped his trunks in one and handed me the
other one.  At the store he asked a clerk to measure my waist and picked out
a pair that was essentially a waistband with a pouch in front and a cover
for my butt, in a skimpy, tight sort of way.  The sides of both my legs were
totally bare.

"Give him the bright yellow ones, they'll be just like mine, then."

We got in and the attendant gave us two rooms with a key for each.  When we
went down the aisle, the rooms were across from each other but he opened his
and guided me into it with him.  He practically had to push me out the door
to go to the pool. I felt naked, more so than when I was completely naked
when we were alone together.  In the hall he turned me around and looked at
me, ran his hand down the front of my pouch area and moved my cock to what
he called "maximum advantage."

Going out to the pool and spreading our towels to get some sun before we
dove in, was a new experience for me.  I couldn't believe all the girls and
how many of the men and boys had a good look at our packages, totally
outlined in our thong trunks - even to the shape of our cut cockheads.

We dove into the water.  God, but it felt good.  He kept dunking me, putting
his hands on my shoulders and lifting himself out of the water enough that
his manhood was staring me right in the face.  At one point, he reached down
and took my cock out one side of the pouch and did the same to his.  We swam
over to the edge and bobbed up and down, with our cocks rubbing against the
edge of the pool until they were erect and then stood facing each other and
he wiggled back and forth so our cocks were making contact.  Seconds after I
lifted myself over the edge he did too, his cock still exposed and acting
non pulsed about it as if it was an accident.  Jesus, I just couldn't have
done something like that, but he tucked it back in as if it happened to all
guys once in a while.  Several girls, one that I knew from my class in
school, stopped to talk to us and several boys actually sat down, one on
each side of us and talked - their eyes never leaving our pouches. Two of
them I also knew from my class in school.  Finally we got out and went into
the boy's gang shower, threw our towels on a hook but kept our suits on to
wash them off.  The two boys I knew were already in the shower when we'd
come in, but they waited until we left.  When we stripped, wrung out our
suits and put them on the hooks atop our towels, Tad started soaping up his
cock and took enough time that he erected, which made me erect, too, just
watching him.  The two boys never took their eye's off Tads 8-inches, and
when we left they followed. They wanted to come into our dressing room with
us but Tad waved them off, so they went into the adjacent room. The room
dividers were cheap, 1/4" plywood and holes big enough to stick even a big
cock through had been cut in all of them for as long as I could remember.

TO BE CONTINUED