Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2018 11:24:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Milford Slabaugh Subject: Trailer Park Trash, Chapter 1 TRAILER PARK TRASH Chapter One: Lloyd and Johnny in Trailer "H" By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM [This story contains some incest, both mentioned in its storyline and in detail in two of its eight chapters. As for the rest of it, if you're looking for a love story, you're looking in the wrong place!] My first experience with my new home in the trailer park as I stepped out of the car was noise, loud motorcycle revving. One of the neighbors, the one at the trailer house marked "J", which was straight across from ours, was working on his motorcycle, he had a young man astride the cycle, the tires up on a stand so that it wouldn't move, and he was having the young fellow give it the gun while he lay underneath with a socket wrench, tightening or adjusting something. The man was laid out, wearing a black leather jacket and blue jeans and heavy black boots, flat on his back partially under the motorcycle, one beefy leg hiked up to let his foot rest flat on the ground, the other was splayed out at full length and it moved in time to the gunning of the engine, vroom, vroom, vroom, his foot pressing an imaginary pedal, as if he was the one making the engine speed up by the sheer dint of his will. Somehow, that made the heat of the late spring air danker and heavier than ever, oppressive and draining. And the summer hadn't even gotten started yet. The young man atop the cycle was younger and thinner, with blonde hair that was askew on his head, or maybe he planned it that way, it didn't look totally disarranged or uncombed, just...askew. He wore a blue-denim sleeveless jacket with nothing beneath it and the jacket open, showing the bifurcation of his body as a long, indented line from his breasts down to his navel, the rest of the body smooth and unlined, pale and creamy. "Corey? Corey!" my mother said twice, not giving me a chance to respond to her first, less strident call. I turned and looked at my mother, fortyish, long brown hair unkempt, wearing a blouse with no bra beneath (and my mother really, really needed a bra, for her breasts hung down to mid-waist!) the sky-blue blouse that was too small for her, so that her flabby white skin peered from beneath each button and rolled out at her waist in a hula-hoop-looking oval all the way around, and her black polyester shorts that accentuated her oversized buttocks that drooped as bad as her breasts, and her legs beneath were pale, with blue veins here and there, some of them broken and leaving purplish spray-like patterns, like the blood had spewed beneath the skin and was trapped there ever since. "Yeah, Ma!" I said. The young guy heard us even through the din of the engine, he looked up and grinned at me, an easy, welcoming grin. He was about my age, I realized, and I smiled and nodded back to him. "Come on, Corey, come on!" Mother screeched. She always talked in a whine, a screech, a yell, a shriek; it was never a solid, sensible voice, like she didn't trust me to do what she wanted and had to make sure I'd obey by making her voice unpleasant. "What, Ma, what is it?" I asked. "The truck will be here soon; you have to help me unload the car." We had a pickup truck a short ways behind us, that had stopped for gas along the way, they'd be along in less than ten minutes. "Come on, Corey, we'll have to move the car when they arrive, get the car unloaded, Corey, come on...." "Okay, Ma, okay!" I said and turned to open the door on my side. I had driven the car here; she had the car since the divorce from my father, but she didn't know how to drive. I said I should keep the car keys then, but she put them on her own keychain and when I'd stopped the car and turned off the engine, she reached over and grabbed the keychain away. I'd be the family chauffeur, but I wasn't going to get control of the car by any means. If the town was any closer than it was (we were about two miles out of town), she would have sold the car and we'd have walked everywhere. I still wasn't sure she wouldn't sell the car. So I had to go along with her if I wanted her to keep it and maybe borrow it from time to time for myself. Which was the whole point of her keeping the keys, wasn't it? So I pulled out the boxes from the car seat and she grabbed a bunch of the clothes she had, all still on their hangers. Ma had so many clothes, they filled most of the back seat except for those boxes, but she didn't ever wear any of them. I don't think she could wear most of them, that they were too small for her. I don't know, but I know that they stayed in her closet while she wore they same six sets of clothes over and over. We went into the trailer we had rented from the park owner, the one in Space "E", which was a beat-up, one-bedroom trailer house. I'd be sleeping on the couch in the living room, or maybe the floor because the couch wasn't any too good, though it was a sleeper sofa. Ma got the bedroom and the bed. I wanted to bring my bed with me, but she pointed out that there wasn't room (well, there wasn't), so Dad kept the bed to take to his new place, for when I visited. We'd given up a two-bedroom apartment in town with the divorce, neither could afford to keep it. All the stuff in the car was Ma's, so I helped her haul it all in to her bedroom, and then I said, "Ma, give me the key and I'll move the car over for the pickup." "Ask the neighbors if they'll let you park the car in their space while we finish moving." was Ma's only comment. She was rehanging and readjusting the clothes, like they were precious things. I got the keys from her and went out. Next time I got the car key alone to go somewhere, I was making a copy for myself, I decided. Just in case. I got out and looked around. Some fourteen trailers were around the park, every spot the guy had was full. They were lettered with "A" on the right-hand side by the road, then up and past my new home to "G"and "H" at the top of the drive, then down the left-hand side to "N" which was the landlord's trailer, just behind the liquor store he also ran. Down by the road was a row of mailboxes, where all mail would be put, and we had to buy a mailbox if we wanted any mail for us. The landlord had a big box where he let anyone without a mailbox have their mail delivered, but it had a slot and a lock-and-key, we got mail there only when the landlord's wife got around to delivering it to us. I figured that old biddy would read everyone's mail, steam letters open and such, she was that sort. I didn't see a good place to put the car; the landlord had already warned us not to park in front of his store. Most people had their cars already in their spaces, whether running or old junkers--some I couldn't tell which was which--but the road was too small to let me just pull the car over to the side. It was a real crowded area for being so far out from the rest of civilization, trees all around this little rectangle which was packed full of people and their tin-box houses on wheels. No choice, I saw the pickup coming up this way, so I did the only thing I could, I pulled the car up to the end of the dead-end drive, blocking the cars of the last two trailers completely in, and got out of the car. "Hey!" the blond guy on the bike called me over. I went over and he said, "You the new tenants in Trailer E'?" "Yeah." I said. "Me and my mother." "Good to meet you." he said, sticking out his hand. "I'm Lloyd." "Corey." I said, shaking his hand. It was warm and the shake went on a while, like he didn't want to let go, just holding onto it afterwards. "Try it again!" came the man's voice from below. "That's T-Bone down there." he pointed with his head down to the man working on the motorcycle, and he gunned the motor again. "Pleased to meet you, T-Bone!" I shouted. "Ease off the engine." T-Bone said. I expected some response, but there was silence, so I figured T-Bone didn't want to talk to me. "Nice motorcycle." I said, trying to make conversation. "Yeah, it's...." "Corey! Corey! Corey!" my mother started in again. "Sorry, I got to go." "Come help us unload the pickup!" mother yelled. "Coming, Ma!" I said. "You know that Madeline has to get the pickup back before five o'clock!" My mother kept on. Yammer, yammer, yammer, like she had to make noise or she'd pop like a soap bubble, vanish without a trace. Sometimes, I wished she would. We got unloaded and unpacked in less than an hour. Lloyd came over when we got to the heavy stuff, and helped me carry it in. Then he helped me put away my stuff, which since I would be in the living room, meant that I put most of it into a trunk which we'd keep on the far side of the couch up against the wall, and I'd have to scoot it out to get things out, and have to put it over into the kitchen area to rig out the sleeper sofa. Lloyd and I talked a little more, and I found out he was living here with his father, they lived in Trailer "H". I commented that I'd blocked him in and he just grinned. "No problem, Dad works nights. We have a single bed, he sleeps in it days and I sleep in it nights." "What do you do about weekends?" I asked. "Dad's out pretty late." Lloyd shrugged, and I could tell it bothered him a good deal. "Comes home late and drunk, usually. Passes out in the recliner or on the living room floor, or he gets into the bed and I get up and sleep on the living room floor or recliner. We manage." "Does he work tonight?" I asked. It was Friday. "Yeah. He's off Saturday and Sunday." Lloyd said. "Corey, you can talk to your friends later." Mother said. "Drive the car back with Madeline while she takes the pickup and then bring her back here. She's going to stay with us tonight." "Okay, Ma." I said. "I'll go with you."Lloyd said. We talked on the ride over about nothing in particular, music, movies, getting to know each other. He was a nice guy and we both were kind of footloose due to the family's being divorced, you know how that is, being left mostly to feel your way through the new situation. The same way I was expected to fill in for Dad's place in the family with Mom, driving the car and lifting heavy stuff, Lloyd had to fill in for his mother at the house, doing laundry and cooking simple meals. No doubt I'd do the same stuff when I went to visit Dad, who the court decided I should visit on alternate weekends. I figured to do that, go stay with him every other weekend, or more often if I hated the new situation. It wasn't like I was a child to be taken care of, I could work this however I wanted to, mostly. Provided I didn't mind Ma pitching a bitch about it if I chose Dad. She'd tried to take everything from Dad in the divorce, and I was just one of the things, like the car and most of the furniture. Anyway, Lloyd and I, we had a lot in common. He talked a lot about T-Bone, who would take him for rides on the motorcycle. I didn't know motorcycles, and asked questions which gave Lloyd a chance to talk long and fast. Like I said, nothing in particular. The talk about motorcycles continued as we gave Madeline a ride back to the trailer house. Madeline was a lot like Ma, only where Ma was flabby and out of shape, Madeline was bony and thin. Same way of dressing as Ma, only on her it was like the clothes were on hangers, or one of those cardboard people cut-outs you sometimes see to show off the clothes in the store. They hung loose and unattractive on her. I was stuck with the chatter between her and Ma while we ate dinner, then while we watched television. About ten o'clock, I was getting sleepy, but they had my bed tied up in the living room, sitting and watching television. "Ma, I'm going to go over and visit Lloyd." I said, when through the open front door that his father was leaving in his car. The way this place was laid out, a lot of your life was on public view in hot weather, with the way the trailers were all set at an angle, a "V" shape except for the two trailers at the very back of the park, so that our front door open let me see out into the back half of the trailer park, and let them see in. Lloyd was in the doorway of his trailer, and he left it open, too. "Now don't be out too late!" my mother chided me. "I don't care if school is out...." "And I graduated." I pointed out. "...you're still under my roof and you'll live by my rules...." Ma couldn't be stopped by things like the fact that I was now legally an adult. Barely. "I'll be right up there." I said, pointing. "Look out the door and you can see me." "Okay." Mother said and forgot about me. She and Madeline could talk forever about people they both knew, yammer, yammer, yammer. At least she wasn't trying to talk to me. I went up Lloyd's steps, rickety wooden ones, only three steps up, and knocked on the door frame, it make a dull thunk-thunk sound, not very loud. But Lloyd heard me. "Hey, Corey!" he said, coming over. He'd taken off the jacket and jeans and now was just wearing a pair of baggies with a drawstring. "You going to bed?" I asked, seeing it. "Not just yet." he said. "I don't usually go to bed until around midnight. Just the clothes were all sweaty and I took a bath." "Yeah, it is hot." I agreed. "Want a Coke?" He asked me. "Sure." I said. He fetched a 3-liter bottle out of the refrigerator, a huge monstrous thing, and poured it. It didn't fizz much, you can't drink that much Coke that fast; it goes flat. Not that I was going to complain. "Cut it with a little rum?" He offered, pulling out a bottle. "Uh...not too much, yeah." I said. I didn't drink much, with Ma watching me like a hawk, that wasn't easy. Same reason I wasn't out on a date, that and I wasn't much interested in the girls at school, anyway. Summer after graduation, you're kind of footloose, and doing the same old dates doesn't attract you, you're ready to forget school and move on. So I hadn't done much drinking. He poured in a heavy splash, more into his own Coke, and brought them over. "Johnny will be by in a while." he said. "Who?" "Johnny Ling." Lloyd said. He turned on the stereo, and rock music blasted out. Lloyd raised his voice to talk over the music. "Johnny and his family live down in Trailer "M". Nice folks, came here from Taiwan over ten years ago. Johnny speaks English just fine, and he's cool." "Okay." I said. Hell, I didn't have any prejudice that way, though my mother did, calling them "bugeaters." Embarrassed me, the way she'd use the word out loud, right in public. Wanting them to overhear her. Kept me apologizing for her, and that would make her mad...but enough about my mother. I just wanted you to understand why I don't like to hang around her much, it's not the usual young man avoiding his parent. She WAS an embarrassment. Johnny came over and except for the color of his skin, a golden brown, and his eyes, there was nothing to mark him as any different from a white teenager like me and Lloyd. He brought with him a couple of tapes of his favorite music, and that went into the stereo player and Lloyd poured me more rum & Coke. He was kind of quiet at first, I guess that was different, but it was a friendly quiet, ready to be friendly but not presuming, if you know what I mean. I had never drunk rum before, only vodka and beer. Rum is different, it is insidious and the intoxication is more subtle. I was in a foul mood from the move and looking for the slight happy-buzz a little alcohol can give you, and maybe that did something to it as well, when you're in a bad enough mood, there's nothing for the alcohol to exaggerate and make you happy. And maybe the Coke's caffeine did something to obscure the alcohol, too. I had a third one, this time pouring more rum than Coke and I gulped that down pretty rapidly. Then I did something that proves I was drunk then, even if I didn't know it; I had seen a part bottle of vodka alongside the rum and while Lloyd and Johnny were talking, I went over, opened the vodka and poured about an inch of it into a regular drinking glass. Then I poured in just enough Coke to give it a brown color, and upended that. Lloyd and Johnny watched this wide-eyed. I set down the glass and lifted one foot to turn and walk back, and the room reeled, spun around me. Honest, I felt like I was steady, it was the world that had gone bonkers! I grabbed the cabinet and managed to keep from falling until Lloyd came over and caught me, helped me back to the sofa. "Whoa!" I said when I was seated and the world consented to stop whirling. "I had too much." "Boy, I'll say!" Lloyd said. "My old man doesn't knock it back that quick." "I'd better get home." I said, started to get up, and the world spun again, this time the sides were the axes that the rest of the world spun around, like the wall in front of me was whirling down to under my feet. I sat back down again. "Could you help me there." "And let your mother know I got you drunk? No way!" Lloyd said. He leaned over and looked out the front door. "They're still up in there, talking. I'll go over and tell them that you're staying the night with me so they can sit up and talk. That'll let you have overnight to recover." "Thanks." I said, and Lloyd lit out. "He's a good friend." I said drunkenly to Johnny. "A real good friend." "Yeah, he is." Johnny agreed. He had hardly touched any alcohol, though he found my state funny rather than disgusting. "Could you turn off the music?" I asked him. "It's...it's doing things to my head." That relentless pounding was making the world pulse along with it. Again, it was like I was okay and everything else was acting weird. Rum has that kind of effect on me; I don't touch it any more for that reason. "Sure, Corey." Johnny leaned over and turned off the stereo. He sat back, his body making a long, clean line on the couch. "You're a good friend, too." I promised him. "Good friend. Real good." I know what that sounds like now, but to me then, it was like I was pouring out my heart to him, telling him everything just perfectly. "Thanks." He said. I leaned over and lost my precarious hold on the world, which took advantage and caused me to fall over right onto his leg. I sort of bounced, like walking on a trampoline, the couch and his leg was all springy and giving. I grabbed hold of his leg for that reason. "Whoa, steady." Johnny said. "Just lay there until the world stops, okay?" "Okay." I said, resting my head on his leg, squirming to get my ear comfortable, and that caused the world to wheel again for a time. I found that holding my head still was the most important thing, it was my head which unbalanced the universe. "You're a good friend." I said again. "That's right, Corey, a good friend." he said. "I like you." I said and squeezed his knee with my hand. This caused the world to spin, and I pushed my head back to try to steady it, and that pushed my head back to the top of his hip. I grabbed his leg by clutching his inner thigh with my hand and using my forearm to help stop the spinning. "I like you." I repeated and again scooted my head around to get my ear just right, it took a circular motion and with the world all gyrating around, I did it for a while before I figured out that I had to ignore the world to get it to stop. He seemed to stiffen, then relaxed and his hand came in and brushed over my head. "Just rest a while." he said softly. "We've got all night. My parents and sisters are out visiting relatives and won't be back until morning." "That's good." I said. "You going to stay here with Lloyd and me." I moved my head again, carefully, there was a bulge on my ear that didn't quite seem to flatten out no matter how I moved my head. Maybe something in his pocket, a handkerchief or something, soft yet ungiving. "If I can." He said. "Fine with me." I said and his hand began to thread his fingers into my hair, stroking my scalp. "That feels good." I said. "Really good. Makes the world stop spinning." "Feels good to me, too." Johnny said softly and then I felt it, his cock pushing up against my ear, and I realized that my head was partially laying on top of it. That was why my ear was so uncomfortable still. Lloyd came back and Johnny pulled his hand away hastily. "Okay, you're bunking with me, but I had to say we were going right to bed." He said. "Johnny, can you help me get him into the bedroom?" "Sure." Johnny said. And now the world went insane and I found it best to just be a limp strand of spaghetti until they got me to my feet and my arms around them on each side, and they half-carried me into the bedroom. "Better take his clothes off." Johnny suggested. "Why?" Lloyd asked. "If he gets sick on them, his mother will know he got drunk." Johnny explained. "Oh. Yeah." Lloyd said. "Okay, his shoes and socks first." They did one on each foot, and Johnny reached up to undo my pants. "You get his shirt." He said to Lloyd. Johnny was unbuttoning my jeans, but in the process, he managed to also fondle my crotch under the pretext of getting the buttons undone. Lloyd had my shirt undone while Johnny was still working on the jeans. My cock began to twitch and grow under those groping hands. "Come on, hurry up." Lloyd said. "Let's lift him up and get the shirt off." Johnny said. "You caught him when I lift." Lloyd said. He hauled me up by my shoulders and Johnny caught me around the waist, they sat me upright and the world was shuddering now. "Ooh!" I protested. Lloyd got the shirt down my back and still on my arms, and Johnny pulled me to him while Lloyd wrestled it off. Johnny's cheek was pressed up against mine, and when Lloyd got the shirt off and was putting it on the floor, I felt Johnny's lips turn and kiss my cheek quickly. That really gave me a hard-on, I can tell you. I felt helpless, I felt vulnerable, I felt uninhibited, Johnny wanted me and liked me and I liked him...so why not? Like that, I was willing and how much of this was the alcohol doing my thinking for me, I couldn't possibly tell you. So when Johnny laid me back on the bed, and with Lloyd working the legs of the jeans, and Johnny pulling both my briefs and jeans off at once, I was exposed with an erection in no time. "Whoa!" Lloyd said, seeing it, seeing this for the first time. "Got a little problem there, Corey?" "Yeah!" I moaned. "I wouldn't call it a little problem." Johnny said. "It's giving me a problem of my own." I looked blearily up at them, Johnny was rubbing his crotch, and Lloyd looked at my face, then to Johnny's crotch, then to me, and I smiled at him. "You wanna?" I said to him. Hey, to me at that moment, it sounded like a sweet enticement instead of an open invitation, but who could blame Lloyd for taking it like that. "Come on, Lloyd, let's take him for a ride." Johnny said. "Drunk, naked and helpless, and his mother doesn't expect him back before morning. Or do you just want to go back into the living room and wait while I work him over in here?" Johnny put one knee on the bed and grabbed my cock and pumped it and I moaned. "See? The cunt wants us to work him over." "I want you to stay." I coaxed Lloyd. "Please?" Lloyd looked at me, his face opaque, then he said, "Okay, let's both fuck him." "I want his mouth." Johnny said. "I've been looking at those lips of his all evening and wondering how they'd feel wrapped around my dick." I licked my lips lasciviously as I could, and felt a rivulet of spit run down the side of my mouth in response. "Shit, he's drunk." Lloyd said. "You can have that mouth, if it'll work. I'll take his ass." He shucked down his baggies and got on the bed, hawking spit into his palm and rubbing his cock. His dick was nice and fat, huge and meaty, like a sausage more than a frankfurter in the way it bulged out in the midsection, so that his uncircumcised cockhead was more like an afterthought, or a way of topping off that monster. "You'd better let him wet it for you." Johnny said. "I need a moment to get naked anyway. I'm staying the night, we can fuck him again in the morning." Lloyd walked over on his knees to my face and waggled his cock at me and said, "Come on, cocksucker, get to work on it." I leaned over, the world still spinning, but I landed, corrected, got that thick cock into my mouth and began to drool heavily on it. It was like my mouth was pouring out my saliva, his cock got soaked from it, drenched in it in no time. "Shit, he's hot for it." Lloyd said. "Going to be nice having him around." he said. "Come on, I'm ready for him." "Help me roll him over." Lloyd said as he yanked that plump cock away from me, my lips parting from it reluctantly. I was limp as a side of beef on a cutting table, still steaming and warm from the butchering, as pliable as butter which had been sitting on the table for an hour. They rolled me over onto my stomach and Lloyd hauled me up onto my knees. Johnny quickly crawled onto the bed nearest my head and slid his brown body around me, one long, thin leg on either side of me. "He's going to yell when I shove this into him." Lloyd said to Johnny, like I wasn't there. In my intoxicated state, I didn't care. "He won't after I get my cock into his mouth." Johnny said. "I'll hold him down on it while you push it in." And that's what they did, Johnny let me slather his cock, then he grabbed me with both hands and shoved my head down onto his prick, hard, cramming his Asian prickhead down my throat and muffling me. I grunted and my grunt was muffled, and Lloyd took that as a chance to ram his cock into me. There was nothing gentle about it, he wasn't experienced or adept, he just found my asshole with his cockhead and he shoved it in. It did hurt, and I did try to holler, but Johnny held my head down tight to his body, not letting me breath, or shout, and even the moan that tried to escape from my lungs died there upon his cockhead. Lloyd was so damned big around, the blasted thing felt like a baseball bat was being thrust up me, and I thrashed, struggled, only wanting now to get away, but these two teenaged hunks were horny and they had their cocks into me and they held on tight, I wasn't allowed to cough up that Oriental dong in my throat or escape from the Caucasian prick that was rammed up my ass. Lloyd rode with me. "Damn, he's tight." He complained to Johnny. "I guess we got us a virgin." Johnny said. "Shit, we could have sold this cherry." Lloyd griped. "Just break him in and we'll sell pieces of him later." Johnny said. None of this penetrated to the essential part of me until much later the next day. Right then, my thoughts were only on the fact that I was full of young hot cocks, and Lloyd's dong began to hurt me less than before and I stopped moaning. Johnny let me up and I rose up and gasped for air. He let my breaths slow down then said, "That's enough, back down, cherry boy." and he pushed my head back down and that pud of his back into my mouth. Again he pushed me down hard, this time I went all the way down to the very base, my lips were buried in his pubic hair. "Okay, Lloyd, get the rest of it in." Lloyd pushed against me harder and I realized that he had barely gotten his cockhead into me before. I roared with stifled pain again, but then there came a sort of popping sensation and then his cock was pushing into me, feeling like it was a knife cutting me open. "Damn, Corey, stop squirming around like that." Lloyd scolded me. "You're making it worse. Just lie still." What else could I do, I took his advice and it did hurt less. My bowels sort of quivered for a long time, then they sort of gurgled and relaxed and Lloyd must have felt that relaxation for he crammed his dong on in harder. "That's got it all in." Lloyd informed me. "I'll just hold it in him for a while, let him get used to it. We rip him open too bad and he'll need a hospital visit." "You haven't hurt him any." Johnny said expertly. "Let him hold that cock a while and he'll start loving it." "Yeah, he'd better." Lloyd said. "I'm going to send my old man over to him when he gets horny, let him fuck Corey instead of me for a change." "He still fucking you nights?" Johnny asked me. "He does when he's drunk." Lloyd said. "Sometimes when he's not." "Well, here's a chance to get some of your own back." Johnny said. "A horny young butt all yours. So finish popping that cherry and love it." "You bet." Lloyd said. "Ah, there he goes." My bowels gurgled again and now Lloyd's cock had nothing stopping it from fucking me. Johnny took this as permission to start face fucking me, so I found myself crammed between two thrusting dongs, with Johnny wielding my face like a fuck-toy, pumping my head up and down. The world was reeling again, but this wasn't all from the alcohol now, now I felt dizzy and a little sick from all the movement. Lloyd clutched my buttocks hard and began to slide his cock in and out of me. Now that my body had sort of given up the struggle, it didn't hurt that much. I felt my ass all slippery and greasy and something was running out of my ass down my balls, but it didn't feel much like blood, too fluid...maybe some shit, or maybe just all that saliva I had so willingly lavished on it before, or maybe the human body produces some other liquid when a hard adolescent prick is being shoved up your bunghole. But Lloyd's cock didn't hurt anymore, it was like a piston moving in the cylinder, form-fitting and tight, but made for the purpose and without friction, smooth and even. Lloyd was suddenly showing some expertise after all, maybe it was just my virginity that made him getting that thick dick into me so difficult for him, for while his shoving it in had been agony, there was something...nice...about the feel of his cock inside of me. Even Johnny's more slender prick in my mouth didn't feel so out-of-place and uncomfortable any more. It all felt...nice. I can't come up with any other word for it, all kind of right and wonderful and pleasant...nice. I began to move clumsily in an effort to increase their pleasure and my own, pushing my buttocks back against Lloyd's thighs as he rammed his dick into me, keeping my lips tight around Johnny's pud while he continued to work my head to suit himself. "Hey, the little shit's getting into it." Johnny said. "Yeah." Lloyd said. "God, I see now why my old man likes humping me, shit, I don't know if I want to share this butt with him after all." "We'll get you both in bed with him together." Johnny said. Like he was getting into the fantasy of father and son both fucking me at once. "Let him get blown while you fuck him, then he fucks in and shoots his come in on top of yours. Can you imagine his cock and your come rubbing against each other. Oh, God, yeah!" he began to force my face up and down faster. "We'll both shove our cocks into his ass at once." Lloyd said. "The two of us fucking Corey's tender ass. He'll squeal like a stuck pig while we fuck him." "Ohhh, yeahhh!" Johnny groaned. "Oh, God, I got to come!" He began to move my head like crazy, shoving his cock in and out so fast that I couldn't hold it properly, but that didn't seem to make a difference, his cock was getting so hot, it was hurting my lips. "Yeah, come on, fuck his face, Johnny, fuck his face." Lloyd said. "Shoot your wad into him while I watch your face as you come. I've always wanted to watch your face while you come, come on, shoot it." "Yeah, yeah, uh-uh-uh-uhhh!" Johnny was moaning like some kind of wounded animal, and Lloyd's cock was beginning to behave like Johnny's, all hot and abandoned, the way it plunged in and out of my ass, so that I felt like I had a pair of fire-heated pokers instead of cocks inside of me. I moaned along with them, trying to participate in their pleasure, my groans adding to theirs. It did seem to help, the sound of three male throats venting guttural pleasure, Lloyd began to groan really loudly and then he almost yodeled in his passion, and I felt his cock turn hard as steel and then a hot, stinging sort of wetness, and I realized from this and from the way Lloyd was moaning that he was shooting his wad into me. "Oh, yeah, blast it into him, hard." Johnny urged. "Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, huh-GUHHH!!" and now I got to taste his come, it was hot and salty and slimy and almost in texture like some asparagus my mother had boiled up one time, putting it into a soup and boiling it into little slimy lumps, and the way that those pieces of overdone asparagus had slid down my throat when I'd eaten the soup, that was how Johnny's come felt in texture and size. It wasn't liquid at all, it was several solid lumps of jizz that seemed to sprout in my mouth from out of nowhere and I had to swallow all of it. Lloyd fell on top of me hard and heavy and pressed my body down and only Johnny's hands held my head up and let him finish pumping his load into my mouth, before he released me and I was left with a hot, softening pud in my mouth, shrinking more and more like it was melting away in my mouth, the way ice cream sort of flows down your throat without you feeling it go there, so that the sweet stuff just sort of diminishes and leaves your mouth hungry for more. I sucked on his cock even when it shrank on down, until Johnny grunted in pain and said, "Shit, that's enough. There'll be more for you a little later." he said. "Yeah." Lloyd said. I heard a car pull into the trailer park, there was a rattling in the engine, and Johnny said, "Shit, my folks are back. I got to go." And he thrust my head off from him and he was up and I assume yanking on his clothes, I wasn't watching, just laying there face down into the sweat-stained sheets and I heard dressing noises and then Johnny was out the door. "Just you and me tonight." Lloyd said. "Did you get off?" "No." I said. "I don't feel so good." "Just lie still." Lloyd said. "I'll take good care of you, don't worry. I'm used to Daddy being drunk, I know what to do. Don't worry." So I didn't, and after a moment I felt good enough to turn over in bed. Lloyd took that for a chance to get the covers out from under me and he arranged them over me, turned out the light and got into bed. I felt his arms wrap around me and he held me tight, then his hand slid down and he grasped my cock. "It's soft." He appraised it. "You want to get off?" "Yeah." I admitted, and Lloyd began to play with my cock, getting it hard and then began to pump it. It felt almost like he was caring for me, like a nurse or a helper of some sort when you're sick in bed, and they have to do things for you you'd normally do for yourself, like feed you or help you drink a glass of water. This was like that. I felt protected and cared for and Lloyd was gentle as he could be, his hand felt loving and gentle on my prick, and there was none of the rutting teenager to him at all. I wondered if it was just because Johnny was there talking so rough that Lloyd had behaved like he did. He was like two different people. He got my cock humming in no time, his hand getting quicker and more aggressive as my pleasure built up. His hand was so warm, the sheets were so rich and filled with the smell of him, his body was so comforting next to mine, and his hand..his hand was my world. I felt my climax rise up like a wide, thick presence from me, not being wrenched from me, but lifting up like an eagle taking to the air not by flapping, but by spreading its wings and catching the air and rising just like that, and my orgasm rose warm and organically inside of me and I moaned and Lloyd's lips pressed to my cheeks and he kissed me as I hit my peak, and I ejaculated all over myself and his hand, and he didn't flinch at all, just kissed my cheek, again and again and again, a series of small explosions of moistness in the roaring battlefield of my ejaculation. When I was done, Lloyd said, "Go to sleep now, baby. Daddy's got to get to work tomorrow." "Huh?" I said sleepily. "What? Never mind." Lloyd said, like he'd let slip something. "Go on to sleep. Uh, when you wake up, you're probably going to need to barf. When you do, just wake me up and I'll help you to the bathroom. I don't want to have to clean you up, okay?" "Okay." I said. He was right, about dawn I woke up and I felt nauseous. I shook him and he seemed to realize right away what I needed, he got up and said, "Come on, Corey, let's get you to the sink and you can throw up there. It's just inside the door, you won't have to hold it long." The world didn't spin so much when I scooted to the bed's edge. Lloyd helped me to the sink and held me while I heaved my guts into the sink, not even protesting how rank and bitter it smelled, just held me while I vomited and then he ran a glass of water and helped me drink it and helped me back to the bed before going back to the bathroom to wash all the ejecta down the sink. He came back to bed and said, "Sleep some more. The hangover will start soon, and I'll mix you up a cure." "Thanks, Lloyd." I said as he got back in and I held him close to me. "I'm glad you're my friend." "Glad to help out." Lloyd said. As I moved off to sleep, it was gradual and I don't think I was meant to hear what he said next, which was, "I got plans for you." This was how it started, that summer in that trailer park. Just three horny guys helping each other get off after too much drinking. But I was soon to learn that it was just the first of a series of events that would change my life forever. THE END Comments, complaints or suggestions? E-mail the Author at Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM