Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2009 06:32:31 -0500
From: J. M. Vincent <shyoldguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two Trailer Park Boys

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Two Trailer Park Boys


I woke up horny, what else was new. My understanding is that all healthy 13
year old boys do. I slid my hand under the light sheet that was covering my
body and under the elastic on my boxers, grabbing my rod with a firm
grip. I started beating it, not that slow shit, but really banging it. My
excited head was rubbing the fabric of my shorts, and my balls were
bouncing between my legs. Pictures started flashing through my mind, one of
the fat old guy I sucked off in the john in the park, one of the old man
that I rimmed in the back seat of his car. I remembered the taste of their
cocks, the musky smell of their bodies, the feel of their rods hitting the
back of my throat, and feel of their hot cum as I serviced their needs. I
arched my back, sticking my other hand down my shorts cupping my swollen
cock head, and blew my load. I caught all of the hot white cum in my hand,
and then brought it to my mouth. I used my tongue to lick the hot salty
mess off my hand.  No muss no fuss, just like what I did to those guys. I
guess it wasn't a bad summer job, as long as no one ever found out.

I climbed out of bed, there was a small wet spot on the front of my boxers,
I guess it was pre-cum. My bare feet hit the cool linoleum on the floor of
the trailer I shared with my Aunt.  The floor was the only cool thing, that
damned metal box was always hot as hell; the small window air conditioner
made a lot of noise, but didn't put out much cold air. I found a clean
bowl, poured some Captain Crunch in it and topped it with the last of the
milk. I found a spoon in the tangle of flat wear in the sink, wiped it on
my boxers to clean it, and went out to the porch. It was not much cooler
out here, but the air did move, making it almost bearable. The warm breeze
caressed my naked chest, causing my nipples to get hard. That excited me
and my soft wiener jumped between my legs. I sat down in the ratty cheap
lawn chair and started eating my cereal.

It took me a couple of minutes to notice it, but there was music dancing in
the air. Yes; I really said that, it is the only way to explain the sound
of it. I was not the usual rap or salsa music, blasted at ear shattering
decibels we usually heard around here. It was piano music, some kind of
classical stuff that danced in the air. There are no other words to
describe it. I had heard the piece before, we had been forced to study the
stuff in school, but I had never paid much attention. I finished my cereal,
went inside, and dropped the bowl into the sink with the other dirty
dishes. I went into the small stuffy bathroom, threw my boxers in the pile
of dirty clothes in the corner, peed in the yellow stained toilet, and
jumped in the shower. The cool water, this rat hole we lived in did not
have hot water, triggered another erection. I had always heard that a cold
shower would make a hard-on go away. Damn; being 13 sure was weird. I
stroked my rod hard again, bending at the knees and leaning my back against
the moldy fake tile wall. My youthful cum shot up and hit me under the
chin, ran down my smooth hairless chest, and dribbled over my hand. I again
licked my salty white cum off my hand and rinsed the rest down the drain. I
walked naked from the bath to my bedroom, searched for a fresh pair of
underwear, and of course there weren't any. My Aunt was not exactly the
homemaker type, so I pulled on a pair of nylon shorts, slid my feet into
rubber sandals, and headed for the door.

Once outside I went hunting for that haunting music. It was now a slower,
kind of sad sound, mostly deep notes reverberating in the still hot
air. The sun was full out now that it was closer to noon than daybreak. The
little swamp that was outside our trailer was stinking now. All the
trailers, about 15 in all, were set around a common area that had once held
a swimming pool back in the 60s. The owners of "Happy Valley Trailer Court"
had filled it in, at the insistence of the local building inspector, about
20 years ago. It was now just a recessed area that held water, bred
mosquitoes, and stunk after every rain. I found the sound at a turquoise
colored trailer with rounded corners that must have been one of the
original ones in the park, just like the one I lived in. It had an awning
covering a cracked concrete patio, and on that patio was a large old
upright piano being played by what I at first thought was a half naked
girl. All I could see was their back and long soft, slightly curly blond
hair that hung just past their naked shoulders. The skin on his back was
very pale, almost translucent. It had a pearl like quality. The shoulders,
though not wide, tapered to a narrow waist, and then flared over rounded
hips. I stood there mesmerized listening to this haunting music, and
watching the hands and long fingers travel over the keys. Suddenly the
music stopped, and he turned around and looked at me with those soft blue
eyes. The color was so light they could have been grey, but blue they
were. They were so intriguing, and they fascinated me so; I caught myself
staring, not even able to blink. "I'm sorry," I said "I didn't mean to
interrupt, please don't stop." "No, it's ok. I think I am done practicing
for today. I hope I didn't disturb you. We just moved in yesterday, and the
piano won't fit through the door, so we had to leave it out here." His
voice was very soft, and had a slight accent that I didn't recognize. He
still looked a little like a girl.

When he stood facing me, I could tell he was all boy. He had small little
nipples on a hairless chest, and a lightly golden trail of hair from his
navel down the front of his jeans.  The jeans were very tight, left
unfastened with the zipper down about and inch showing the top of his white
briefs. He sported a good sized bulge behind his zipper, so there was no
doubt he was a boy. One very sexy, bare foot, bare chested, hot looking boy
about my age. I'd known for some time that I was gay; girls didn't do
anything for me. I had seen boys naked in the shower at school before, and
sucked off guys on the beach for cash, but I had never felt what I felt now
facing this boy. He was the most beautiful guy I had ever seen. I was
instantly attracted to him, but not just sexually, though the tent in the
front of my pants made that apparent. I was attracted to him on a level I
had never felt before. Do you believe in love at first sight? I didn't
until that moment. I fell head over heals, fucking in love with this boy,
and I didn't even know his name.

"I'm Scott," I said, "I live a couple of trailers down" He smiled, those
wonderful red lips parting and showing me his snow white teeth. "I'm Ian,"
he said in that soft sweet voice, that slight accent giving it almost a
musical quality. "I live here with my Uncle." There was a long awkward
silence, me standing there with my cock hard and sticking out in my shorts,
and him with that sweet smile on his face. "Would you like to sit down?"
He said pointing to a plastic patio chair. "Yes, that would be nice." I had
never felt this awkward before, but once we sat down, and started talking,
it was like we had always known each other. He was from Russia, his parents
sent him here with his Uncle because there were more opportunities. He was
13, and born in June, just two months younger than me. He had been in this
country since he was eight years old. We would be in the same grade in
school in the fall, but we had the whole summer ahead of us.

I started showing him around; we went to the beach, the mall, and other
hang-outs. I spent every day with him, I would dream about him at night,
and jack off thinking about his sweet soft body in the morning. We had
never talked about being gay, but somehow we just knew. Maybe the fact that
I was always sporting a rock hard cock while I was around him tipped him
off. He was hard from time to time too, and . . . yes, I looked. I wanted
to make love to him so bad, but I had never done that before. I had sucked
cock, but always for money, not for love. I had never done more than that,
I had never even kissed anyone, boy or girl. I did not know how to approach
this sweet little boy, and let him know. I felt guilty not telling him
about my summer job, and would sneak off from time to time to earn some
money. I hoped he would understand. Someone had to pay the rent, and buy
the food. My crack-head Aunt sure wasn't going to do it.

Ian always had to be home in time to fix dinner for his uncle, and then he
would play the piano for him, while he sat in a plastic lawn chair and got
drunk on cheap Russian vodka.  I could hear Ian's beautiful music as I sat
in the dark outside our sweltering trailer. I would play with my cock
through my shorts, some times until I would cum, leaving a large wet
spot. I needed him so bad; I wanted to feel his warm naked body in my
arms. I had never fucked anyone before, but I wanted to fuck his soft sweet
ass. I wanted to feel his warm tight hole around my rod; I wanted to hear
him squeal as I pleasured him.  Tomorrow, I was going to let him
know. Surely he wanted the same thing. Please god, let him want it too.

The next day I woke up to an overcast, hot, morning. Of course, I had that
morning wood.  I lay on my back, slowly stroking it through my boxers
thinking of Ian. I slid my boxers down my hairy legs, and kicked them off
my feet. Now naked under the sheet, I had my hand tightly wrapped around my
rod. The hard boy meat throbbed in my hand and pre- cum leaked out of the
slit. I kicked off the sheet and lay totally exposed on my bed.  Looking at
my own young firm naked body was exciting to me. My hand started stroking
my cock, as my other hand played with my nipples on my hairless chest. I
arched my back as I felt the rush of cum start deep inside me. The hot flow
started up my shaft, a loud moan came out of my mouth, and a huge load of
hot, thick, white cum shot out of the extremely sensitive red head. The
first glob hit me in the face, as did the second and third. The others
landed on my chest and dribbled down my hand. My loads had gotten huge
since I started fantasizing about Ian. I couldn't imagine what would happen
when my poker was up his ass for the first time. I was wondering what it
would feel like to have him inside me, to feel his strong arms around me as
he poked his tool deep inside me, pounding my butt for the first time.

I climbed out of bed, leaving my boxers wadded up and tangled in the
sheets, and jumped in the shower. When the water hit my sensitive dick
head, I jumped. Damn, I liked being a boy. I liked having erections,
feeling the blood surge through my cock and that feeling of cum shooting
out of my body. I loved feeling the water on my naked skin, my sensitive
nipples as my fingers probed them and my ass hole when I poked a finger
tentatively up it. I finished my shower, brushed my teeth, pulled on a
clean pair of nylon shorts and poked my feet in my old sandals, and headed
off to Ian's. Today was the day.

When I got to his trailer, I knocked on the dirty aluminum door. He came to
the door with his long blond hair tangled around his beautiful sleepy face
wearing only a pair of tight blue briefs. It was obvious that I had woken
him up. He held the door open for me, and let me in, a smile on his soft
red lips. I didn't say a word as the door closed behind us, I just took him
in my arms, and pulled his body, still warm from the bed, to me and gave
him a kiss. It was my first kiss, the first time I had ever done that with
another person. He stiffened at first, and then leaned in and wrapped his
arms around me. His tongue started tentatively tasting my lips, and as they
parted, entered my mouth. I sucked it in deep and let my hand travel down
his soft smooth back to the top of his briefs. His hands were exploring my
naked back, and one in my hair holding my face tight to his. I knew that he
wanted the same thing I did as his hand went under the waist of my shorts
and cupped my ass cheek. He lightly squeezed it, and ran his fingers up my
crack. I moved my lips to his neck, kissing the soft sweet skin there, and
moved down to his shoulder. I dropped to my knees, his large mound
straining at his briefs right in my face. He took his hand on the back of
my head, and pressed my face into his cloth covered junk. I could smell the
soft musky odor of sexual excitement. I had smelled it before on the men I
had sucked off, but this was Ian, the boy I loved, and he wanted me. A wet
spot had formed on the front of his briefs, and I fastened my mouth to that
spot sucking in the sweet taste of his pre-cum.  I had the head of his cock
in my mouth through the cotton of his thin briefs, and I heard him moan. I
grabbed the elastic in the back and started pulling them down. His cock
popped out, fully engorged with blood, and ready for action. I shoved my
mouth down on it as I worked his briefs down his legs. I sucked him in
deep, down my throat; his soft golden pubes tickled my nose. I knew he was
close, and so did he, he pulled his throbbing cock out of my mouth with a
pop. Using his hands on both sides of my head, he had me stand back up. He
took my hand in his, and walked me to his room. It was a room that looked a
lot like mine; the bed was a tumble of sheets. He lay naked on the bed on
his back, his soft blue eyes beckoning me. This was the first time I had
seen him totally naked, we very seldom ever wore shirts when we were
together, and I had seen him in his underwear before, but this was the
first time I had seen him naked. God he was beautiful.  That soft pearl
like skin traveled down under his waist line and how someone lived in
Florida and didn't have a tan line there I couldn't understand. But his
smooth white skin was flawless from head to toe. His cock was about six
inches long and was straight and perfect. The red swollen head pointed to
his cute little belly button, a drop of pre-cum balanced on the slit. His
large hairless balls dangled between his slightly spread legs, and damn it
was so inviting. I pulled down my shorts exposing my rock hard tool. I had
been naked if front of a lot of the men I had been with, but for some
reason I felt shy being totally exposed in front of Ian. I stepped out of
my shorts and sandals, and approached the bed and the sweet wonderful boy
that was lying on it wanting me. I was trembling as I knelt on the bed next
to him. His hand took hold of my rod. Those long strong fingers wrapping
around it and sent an electric charge into my balls. I was afraid I was
going to cum; it felt so good, too good. I pulled away and stretched out
next to him, our warm naked bodies, young and strong, touching for the
first time. I took him in my arms, held him tight, my mouth close to his
ear and whispered, "I love you." Just three words, but three words I had
never used, and never understood until that moment. I had never loved
anyone before, and I was in love with this sweet wonderful boy. "I love you
too." He said. And for the first time in my life I felt loved. I climbed in
between his legs; they were long strong legs lightly covered with fine
blond hair. He bent his knees slightly, and opened his legs further,
exposing his boy pussy to me. "Please, Scott, please." He said in that soft
accent of his, his eyes pleading for me to mount him. I don't think my cock
had ever been this hard, and it glistened with a huge amount of pre-cum. I
know I had never leaked that much before. I leaned forward, placing my
raging cock head in the center of his hole, and pressed. Ian pressed back
and my head popped into his hot tight hole for the first time. The feeling
of his deep, seemingly endless hole sent a thrill through my whole body. I
had never been this sexually charged in my whole life. I pressed further,
the entire length of my rod sinking into him, my arms quivered as I held
myself over him. I looked into his face, those sweet soft blue eyes
searching my face, his ruby colored lips parted in a smile showing me his
perfect white teeth. He moaned and arched his back, humping against my
thick hard cock that was deep inside him. "Fuck me Scott, please fuck me."
I started humping my hips, driving my rock hard tool deeper and deeper into
him. I must have hit that spot, because he screamed out, and reached up
grabbing a handful of my hair. I was on the edge of cumming, but found that
I could stay there and not shoot. The feeling was so intense, I had never
felt anything like it, and this was just the beginning of a day of
firsts. Ian's body was almost convulsing under me, our skin was coated in
sweat, I could feel it running down my ass crack, and from my underarms
down my quivering arms as I continued to drive my cock over and over again
into his sweet boy pussy.  "Harder Scott, I'm going to cum. Please faster,
harder please." he begged. I could feel his body tighten around my shaft,
his back arched, his head stretched back until his pale blue eyes were
staring at the scratched headboard of the bed. He then snapped his head
back facing me, and stared deep into my eyes. His eyes were wide and his
mouth slightly open as his cock lurched, and started pumping a huge load of
cum. The first shot hit the headboard, the second was in his hair, the
third and fourth hit his face, and the rest traveled down his chest and
formed a pool in his belly button. One of us was screaming, or maybe it was
both of us, at that point I couldn't tell because my load was coating his
insides, I did not think I was ever going to stop, and wished it
wouldn't. I had three orgasms back to back as I humped his throbbing
hole. I had never felt anything like that before, my body was screaming for
it to stop, or was it for more? I lowered my quivering body on top of
his. His cum and our sweat were coating our hot skin as we came together,
and my still hard cock still in his bleeding hole. My mouth sought out his,
and our lips came together again. My hips started humping him again as our
tongues darted in and out of each others mouths. I couldn't believe that
the need was still there after the load I had shot just seconds ago. I felt
his body respond, his dick was hard between our bodies. I slid in and out
of his abused hole, his rod rubbing against my hard young stomach; we both
shot again, our mouths still together muffling the sound of our screams.  I
was totally spent, and rolled off him onto my back to catch my breath. He
rolled on top of me placing his head on my sweat and cum covered chest, his
soft smooth body between my legs, and said, "Oh god Scott, I love you so
much. Please never leave me." I won't," I said, and at 13 I believed that
was true.


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