Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2009 12:53:09 -0600
From: J. M. Vincent <shyoldguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two Trailer Park Boys Part 3

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Two Trailer Park Boys Part 3
By: Shyoldguy@hotmail.com

Who would have thought that buying a Greyhound ticket would be so hard? I
didn't realize that you had to be eighteen to buy one. The ass hole at the
counter just turned me away. We went next door to a waffle house, ordered a
soft drink and tried to rethink our get away plan. A man, about twenty
something, slid into the booth next to Ian and said, "I saw what happened
in the bus station, looks like you could use some help getting a ticket."

I couldn't believe our luck; this nice young guy was willing to help
us. "Yeah, that would be great. You would do that for us?"

	"Yes, but I am going to want something in return."

Now I got nervous, we didn't have that much money left, I was hoping he did
not want too much.

	"How much will it cost us? We don't have much more than the tickets
will cost."

	"It won't cost a penny; all I want is this little blond guy's ass."

He said as he put his arm around Ian's shoulder. What is it about us; do we
have a sign on our forehead that says "fuck me"?

	"Can't we just give you some cash; we don't do that kind of thing."

I said, with a slightly shocked tone in my voice

	"Hell boy, I can tell a queer kid a mile away, you two probably
fuck each other like rabbits. You have "cum eater" written all over
you. This here blond baby has had his ass cheeks spread for guys since
before he had any body hair. Shit, I bet he doesn't have much now. You want
those bus tickets you will give me what I want, and what I want is to pound
his ass, and have you watch."

Ian didn't leave any room for an argument, he did not want to go back to
his Uncle, and so we went behind the dumpster in back of the restaurant
with this shit head pervert. Ian stripped naked except for his tennis
shoes, and bent over for him. He reached around and spread his little white
cheeks apart exposing his little pink boy hole for this jerk to
violate. One more time, just one more time would some man use our bodies,
and then we would be free.

The man unfastened his belt, unbuttoned the top of his jeans, slid the
zipper down and wiggled them down past his hips. He wasn't wearing any
underwear, so his man meat was immediately exposed. He was already hard,
damn, so was I. Ian's ass always had that effect on me. The guys cock was
about the size of mine, maybe a little thicker, but not any longer. He had
a lot of black hair around his junk, and was leaking some pre-cum. He spit
on his hand, stroked his shaft a couple of times and then lined it up with
Ian's little boy pussy.

I heard Ian grunt as the guy pushed it in him. The man did not mess around;
he grabbed Ian's hair, and started riding him hard. Ian moaned a few times,
and grunted every once in a while. The man's hairy ass bounced up and down
as he raped my little boy. Tears came to my eyes just knowing that Ian was
doing this for us, he was letting this sick bastard use him so we could be
free.

The guy kept asking me if I liked watching him give my boyfriend a real
fucking from a real man. I didn't respond. It did not take long, and he
grunted, pulled his dick out of Ian, and shot his load on his back. "Clean
your boy toy up, and meet me inside the bus station, I'll help you get
those tickets now. He's a good ride; I see why you hang with him. Not bad."
He said as he pulled his pants up and fastened them. Ian straightened up,
and turned to face me, a single tear slid down his cheek. I took his naked
body in my arms and held him for a few minutes. I then fished a t-shirt out
of our backpack, and cleaned the man's dirty seed from Ian's sweet white
skin. "Let's get those tickets and get to hell out of here" He said.

We sat together on the hard metal bench, tickets in hand; the pervert did
what he said he would. Ian had his head resting on my shoulder. I thought
he had fallen asleep when he said, "He's not my real uncle you know."

	"What, who?"

	"Boris, he's not my real Uncle."

	"What do you mean Ian, who is he?"

In just a calm conversational voice, he said. "He is just some guy my
parents sold me to when I was eight."

	"What?

I couldn't believe what he was saying, it just wouldn't register. What kind
of parents sold their child?

	"One night, after I have gone to bed, I heard someone at the door;
I could hear my parent's voices, and some stranger talking. I could tell
they were talking about me. After a while, the strange man, Boris, came
into my room. He took off all his clothes, and climbed naked into bed with
me. I was only wearing a night shirt, so he lifted it up and started
playing with my thing, and then he flipped me over and stuck his finger in
my hole. It really hurt me Scott. Then he climbed on top of me and shoved
his huge cock inside me. The pain was terrible, I screamed, but my parents
never came to help me. I screamed and screamed but no one came. When he was
done, he had me get dressed, and then he gave my father some money, and he
took me away. He hurt me almost every day, until I was big enough to take
him. Scott, it was so terrible. My parents sold me for two thousand
American dollars." Tears were streaming down his face; he was staring at me
with those huge beautiful eyes. "No one has ever loved me but you, please
don't ever leave me. I don't know what I would do without you."

	"I'm not going anywhere Ian; I love you to much to leave you."

 He leaned his head against my shoulder and closed his eyes. When the bus
to Kentucky was announced, we picked up the backpack with everything we
owned in it and headed out into the hot humid boarding area. The fumes from
the busses was almost overwhelming, we climbed the steps and took a seat on
the drivers side almost to the back. We were just settling in when I looked
up and the pervert that had bought the tickets for us was boarding the buss
too. He smiled at me, and winked as he sat down across the isle and a few
seats in front of us. I thought we were leaving all that behind, and here
he was on the same bus with us.

Ian sat with his bare feet curled under him; he had kicked off his shoes to
get more comfortable. His head rested on my shoulder, and his eyes were
closed before the bus even left the station.

I couldn't help it; I was overpowered with my feelings of love for this
lost little boy. How could his parents do that to him? What on earth could
posses them to sell this sweet, sweet little boy to a pedophile like Boris?
I loved him so much. I unzipped the backpack, pulled out a jacket, and laid
it across Ian's lap covering his legs. I then slid my hand underneath, and
up the leg of his silky shorts. He did not have any underwear on, so his
wiener was accessible to me. He moaned just a little, and snuggled closer
to me. I very slowly and very gently stroked him until he became hard. I
tenderly continued to caress his dick until I knew he was going to shoot
his load. Without making a sound, he unloaded into my hand.

I slid my fingers out of his pants, and held him until his cum had cooled
in my hand. I think he was asleep when I slipped out of the seat and
entered the bathroom. I licked his seed off my hand, emptied my bladder,
and then stroked myself off. As I moved my hand up and down on my throbbing
boy meat, I thought of how it felt to have Ian's passion filled cock in my
ass, how gentle he was with me, and how he showed me how much he loved me
with every thrust. I filled my hand again, only this time with my own white
hot cream. As I licked it off, I was thinking of the new life Ian and I
would have in Kentucky.

When I finished, I put my sensitive cock back in my pants and washed my
sticky hands. I went back to my sleepy boy, closed my eyes and went to
sleep. Now that we were both sexually satisfied, we slept until the driver
announced our first rest stop.

As everyone was getting up and preparing to disembark the bus, that damn
pervert came to our seats. "I need it again boys, this time I want you to
take me, and the blond boy can watch as you take a real man in your ass."
He said in a whisper, his face close to my ear.  "No, damn it, we won't do
that anymore." Ian whispered back, anger written all over his face. "You
had me, thats enough."

"Well, you either let me fuck your friend, or I will tell the bus driver
that we have a couple of run a ways on board, and get you sent back. I
don't know what you are running from, but I bet it would be even worse if
you go back now. So little boy, I will do what ever I want to the two of
you for the rest of this trip. Understand?"

"It's okay Ian," I said with just a little panic in my voice, "I'll do what
he wants, we have gone too far to go back now."

"Smart move buddy, now lets go, I am starting to leak just thinking about
parting your little ass cheeks."

He led us to the back of the bus station and behind the dumpster. The smell
wasn't too bad; I was expecting it to be worse. He had me strip out of my
shirt and pants, leaving me in my tennis shoes. He pressed me face first
into the big dirty dumpster, and had Ian, get on his knees and lick my
hole. Even with everything we had done together, I was embarrassed to have
him do that in front of this jack ass. He undid the top of his jeans and
slid them down his hips again exposing his man meat. He then had Ian suck
on him and get him good and wet. He had me spread my ass cheeks for him,
and exposed my little hole for him. When he shoved his throbbing cock
inside me, I tightened up. Even with the use my ass has had, it still hurt
. . . bad. "You like a real man don't you fag boy?  You want a real cock
inside you all the time." He whispered in my ear as he humped my boy hole,
his hairy balls slapping me with each stroke. "See how a real man does it."
He said to Ian.

Unlike with Ian, he left his rod in my ass when he shot his load. He pushed
it in as far as he could, and let loose. "Yeah, you are a good fuck, queer
boy. Hope I didn't get you pregnant." He said as he pulled his now
softening cock out of me. "Use your mouth faggot, and clean me off." I got
down on my knees, and licked his cum and my ass juices off his rod. I had
done that many times with Ian, I loved using my mouth on his sensitive
organ after he had pleasured me with it, but now it just seemed dirty doing
it with this guy. When I was done, he adjusted his pants, zipped up and
left us behind the dumpster.

Ian took the t-shirt I had used to clean him up with out of the backpack
and wiped his leaking cum from my crack. "Maybe you should go into the
bathroom and force that stuff out of you." He said. "No, I'll just do it
here" I replied. I squatted down and pushed, emptying my bowels of his foul
seed on the ground. When I was done, I used the t-shirt to clean my ass,
got dressed, took Ian by the hand and walked back to the bus, leaving the
shirt behind.

We boarded the bus, passed the smiling pervert that was already in his
seat. "This was the last time Scott. I will not let him do it to us again."
Ian said as we settled back into our seats. "It's okay Ian, really it
is. We are almost there; let's not do anything stupid now."

It was dark, and we were crossing the Tennessee border into Kentucky when
the bus driver announced another rest stop. Ian and I had been asleep, and
I woke up with a hard on. I kept it covered with the jacket in my lap. I
was stroking myself gently through my pants, when the pervert came up to
our seat again. "I don't care which one of you it is, but one of you needs
to meet me behind the dumpster, I want to get sucked off this time.  It's
not too late to tell the driver about you two you know." He turned and
started toward the front of the bus as it came to a stop at the terminal.

Ian grabbed the backpack, and pulled a Swiss Army knife out of it. He
climbed over me to get to the isle. "Ian, no . . . don't do anything
stupid." I said grabbing his arm. He looked me in the eye, and the
expression on his face scared me. "Damn it Scott, I'm done. Let me go
. . . this is something I have to do." The tone of his voice, and the look
on his face convinced me that I needed to let him do this. "Stay in the
seat Scott, I'll be back, wait for me." And with that, he pulled free from
my grasp, and headed toward the front of the bus. I slid over into the
window seat, and watched as he headed around the side of the terminal. As
he neared the end of the building, he grabbed a broom that was leaning
against the front wall.

It was the longest few minutes; I was so worried about Ian. After what
seemed like hours, I saw him come back around the corner and head for the
bus. He was walking with almost a strut, a determination to his step, as he
climbed aboard the bus and sat in the isle seat next to me. "Ian, are you
okay? What happened?"

"Just don't worry about it, I'll tell you latter. He won't be bothering us
any more." When the bus pulled away from the station, the pervert hadn't
gotten back on. I worried the rest of the way to Lexington. What had Ian
done? Would the police be waiting for us? Ian obviously was not worried; he
slept like a baby curled up next to me with his head on my shoulder.

It was early morning when we disembarked in Lexington Kentucky. Ian, all
rested and relaxed, and me all blurry eyed with exhaustion and stressed
caught a local bus downtown to the main Library.

While Ian went to the bathroom, I found the public computers, and
immediately looked up my cousins address and phone number on the internet,
and Googled the news services to see if we were wanted by the police. I
found the story at the bottom of page one of the local paper. A man was
attacked by two black men, he had been stripped naked, his hands tied to a
dumpster with his socks, and his underwear shoved in his mouth, and he had
been raped with a broom handle. The police assumed that it was a robbery
gone bad, or possibly drug related.

"I held him at knife point and told him that I had taken pictures of him
raping you with my cell phone. I had him strip naked, and tied him up. He
was afraid that I would show the pictures to the police so he did what I
said. I fucked him with the broom handle making sure I hurt him bad. I
wanted him to pay for what he did to us. He won't be bothering us anymore."
Ian said looking over my shoulder, having snuck up behind me.  "But Ian, we
don't have a cell phone." I said. He just smiled. I would never
underestimate that skinny, blond headed little boy . . . ever.

EPILOG


Ian and I made it to my cousins. Allen had just graduated law school and
was scheduled to take the bar exam. He hooked us up with one of his law
professors that checked on Ian's immigration status, and found that he was
a citizen. He also filed charges against Boris, but by the time they went
to the trailer park to arrest him he had fled. They convinced my Aunt to
give Allen legal custody of me and arranged for Ian to be adopted by one of
the music professors and his wife.

Allen turned out to be gay too; I guess it runs in the family. He
understood that Ian and I needed to be alone together from time to time. We
both graduated high school and attended the University Of Kentucky
together. We both came-out in college and shared an apartment together
while we finished school.

We are both twenty five years old now, and I am writing this as we sit in
the VIP lounge at Heathrow International Airport in London. Ian has just
finished his first European tour.  He played at the palace last night for
the royal family, and will be playing for the President of the United
States at the inaugural celebrations tomorrow in Washington. I am an
associate in the law firm that represents him, and hope to make partner
before I am thirty.

When we leave Washington we will head back to Florida where we have built a
house that we share together. It is on the site where the trailer park was
located. It was abandoned a few years after we left, and we purchased the
property last year.

Guess what Ian . . . it is going to be you and me, two trailer park boys
. . . forever.

Let me know what you think, I can be reached at shyoldguy@hotmail.com