Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2003 11:04:45 -0500 From: Jon Royale Subject: Trailer Boy Blew "GAWD DAMMIT ALL TA HELL, LESTER T!" the cute sixteen-year-old boy-slut hollered as he grappled for balance in the back seat of the police cruiser. "THAT'S MY ASS HOLE YER FUCKIN', NOT RHONDA JEAN'S BIG, FAT PUSSY! TAKE IT EASY!" Grabbing a handful of the kid's darkly thick, unruly hair, Sheriff Lester T. Coultrane barked, "Shet up that hole in yer face, boy, afore I run you in fer solicitin'." Jimmy Joe had heard that one afore. Many times, in fact, since the small-town Sheriff first got a piece 'o his ass nigh unto two years back. Jimmy'd been workin' the nasty-assed bathroom out at that sty of a trucker's rest stop on I-20, giving ten dollar bow jobs and sellin' his sweet ass for twenties from 'bout the time he hit the seventh grade. Somebody had to bring home the bacon, what with his daddy servin' time in prison fer aggervated assault and momma nuthin' mor'n a damned lush, constantly missin' work on account of bein' too hung over from the night afore. If it weren't fer Jimmy Joe whorin' his teen body they sure 'nuff wouldn't be able ta make rent on their trailer park lot and, while Jimmy Joe didn't give two hoots 'bout his booze-hag momma, he didn't plan on bein' homeless. That rickety-assed, run-down trailer least-wise put a roof over his pretty-boy head. Lester T was ramming his short, but fat, cop's cock in and out of Jimmy Joe's knothole like some sort of damned jack rabbit on speed. His big, hairy barrel-belly rested in the small of the trailer park boy's back, jigglin' like a bowl full 'o jelly as he fucked that sweet hole fast as he could. The hick Sheriff knew nuthin 'bout really pleasurin' his fuck boy. Naught once in the years he'd been bangin' the kid had he ever thought to play with Jimmy Joe's ripe, pouting boy-tits, or to wrap his big, burly arms 'round the boy's youthfully muscular body and caress him whilst he plowed hell outa him, let alone to maybe once---jest once---grab ahole of Jimmy Joe's twitching prick and jerk him off. Hell, no! All the married cop knew to do was to shove Jimmy's head inta his hairy crotch and hold onto him while Jimmy gave him the all-around best blow jobs Lester T'd ever had in his life and then throw the boy over on his belly, roughly finger his hole and fuck hell out of that hot, grasping chute until he creamed deep up inside. T'wasn't all that bad fer Jimmy Joe, though he'd've liked the Sheriff to be a bit more adventurous. Cripes, after fuckin' twice, sometimes three times a week throughout the years, he'd've thought he meant a little somethin' more to the dumb-assed Sheriff than jest another warm body in which ta get his rocks off. Lester T may've had only five 'n a half inches rock hard, but that sumuvabitch was thick 'round as Jimmy Joe's wrist! Much as he tried not to let on to the Sheriff, he liked stretchin' his jaws wide open and devourin' every hot inch of the man's fat fucker. Lester T's dick was a natural born mouth filler, jest enuf so that the spongy head prodded the back of his throat but couldn't reach no farther. It got Jimmy Joe all hot and snortin' like one 'o those pigs in Wilbur Stevens' farm cross town when his wet mouth was stuffed with the uniformed officer's prick and his nose was buried in his rank, sweaty bush. An' the only thing better'n a mouthful of Lester T was havin' that fat dick stretchin' the tender lips of his ass hole and fuckin' him senseless. Nobody could ever accuse him of bein' a tender, passionate fucker. Once Lester T got that fucker inside he fucked like a horny man half his age. The big man grunted and groaned, sweatin' like a hog in no time, battering Jimmy Joe's twitchin' asshole like there was no tomorrow. Jimmy Joe wished he would slow the fuck down---not cos he didn't enjoy a hard, forceful fuck---but on account of the fact he knew Lester T got so excited he ended up cummin' in no time. There was no fuckin' way the Sheriff managed to store all that hot cum in his nut sac from the way he always managed to flood out Jimmy Joe's bowels. The Sheriff liked to cream the boy-slut's asshole, but ev'ry now and again Jimmy Joe would somehow manage to disentangle himself from the raging bull at the crucial moment and quickly turn around to wrap his lips around the swollen cock head. Lester T was too far gone by that point to do any arguin' and Jimmy Joe got treated to more'n a mouthful of hot cop cum. Way he figgered, it required a lot less maintenance to swallow all of the Sheriff's load than to have it leakin' outa his asshole well into the next day. Although he sure as shit weren't no wheres near the best-lookin' stud in town, Sheriff Lester T. Coultrane had some of the richest, tastiest ball juice Jimmy Joe had sampled in his young life. And, in two and a half years, he'd swallowed lots of loads down at the rest stop to be able to make an educated comparison. During the summer of his fourteenth year, Jimmy Joe'd gotten the bright idea in his not-so-bright head to run away from momma who, at the time, had just discovered the bottom of a whiskey bottle as a release from whatever ailed her. Jimmy didn't care nuthin 'bout schoolin'; he'd already stayed back twice on account of either failing or jest plain ole not showin' up enough days to pass. Ever since the day his daddy got took away by the law, Jimmy Joe grew more and more unruly. 'Bout the onliest thing much interested Jimmy Joe was gym. He liked the competition on the basketball court, playin' just as well as the niggers, and even tried out for Junior Varsity. Though an accomplished athlete, Jimmy Joe's history of attendance became an issue with the high-up mucky-mucks and he was left off the team list, resulting in him carin' even less 'bout academics. Regardless, Jimmy Joe played hard, and often times dirty, building himself a nice trim, muscular body in the process that had mor'n a few horny bitches lookin' him over. Rhonda Jean Johannsen, who ran a beauty shop outa her trailer, had an itchin' in her twat for the hunky lookin' kid and mor'n once tried to lure him in. For someone ran a beauty business, Rhonda Jean was a fat, overly made-up mess with straw-like, over-processed hair and bright red lipstick who fucked most anythin' she could get---including Sheriff Lester T when he was downright desperate. Maybe he was in the throes of puberty, but even Jimmy Joe wouldn't dip his wick in her dimestore-scented puss. Was a hot summer's day when Jimmy Joe jumped on his rusted ole bike and decided to pedal his way outa the trailer camp for good. He didn't have no kind of plan, and only the few bucks he managed to steal outa his momma's purse, but Jimmy Joe was good and pissed off and in search of a better kind of life. He'd never been outside of the city limits and had convinced himself things'd be a whole helluva lot easier on the other side. If he stuck around he'd just be getting into the seventh grade, when he should be goin' to high school with all the others his age and it'd take him that much longer to finally get it over with. Far as he was concerned, schoolin' was over for Jimmy Joe. He knew he was a good lookin' boy and, what he lacked in smarts, he'd mor'n make up for in brawn. As he pedaled out of the trailer camp wearin' only a pair of ragged cut-off jeans and dirty tank top draped across his broad, bare shoulders, Jimmy Joe turned back to flash a middle finger at the cesspool he was abandoning and disgustedly spit onto the ground. He hadn't gone mor'n a half hour's ride and was pedalin' out along lonely I-20 in the scorching heat when suddenly it hit Jimmy Joe that mebbe this wasn't such a hot idea after all. Drippin' wet, he was thirsty as hell and didn't even know how far 'til he reached the next town. He was jest about to give up and turn around when off in the distance he saw the big worn, oval sign announcin' the trucker's pit stop. Suddenly excited, although not really sure why, he pedaled even harder in the direction of the sign. The trucker's rest area was on the run-down side. There was two diesel pumps outside, only one of which worked anymore and a shabby kind of diner-restaurant that looked like it would have fit in dead center in the trailer community. A tired looking waitress was on duty, smokin' cigarettes behind the service counter, along with a beefy short-order cook who looked like he needed a shave real bad. The place might have been a dump, but bein' it was the only game in town along this lonely stretch of highway, it did fair enough business to keep itself goin'. When Jimmy Joe stepped into the place there were three burly trucker types occupying separate booths stuffin' their faces and one tattooed guy sittin' at the counter sportin' a red bandana around his longish hair. Jimmy Joe slid onto one of the swiveling counter seats and ordered hisself a Coke and a piece of cherry pie. The pie was stale and the Coke nearly flat, but Jimmy Joe was hungrier'n a bear so's he devoured what was laid out in front of him. "You sure you don't want yerself a sandwich or somethin'?" the frizzy-haired waitress asked as she took away the plate and glass and handed him the receipt. "No, ma'am, I ain't got enuffa money fer nuthin' mor'n what I dun had," Jimmy Joe honestly told her as he pulled some wet, crumpled bills from the pocket of his shorts. He heard the bandana trucker to his right chuckle and caught the waitress giving the guy a knowing wink. When he'd paid up and left the waitress a few quarters in tip, he asked, "Can I use your bath room, ma'am?" The girl leaned on the counter, twirling her frizzy hair with a chipped finger-nail. "Men's room inside's outa order, sorry. But if ya go outside, round the corner and to the back there's another one where the guys warsh up." "Thank you kindly," Jimmy Joe responded and stepped back out into the heat. Yanking off his dingy tank top, Jimmy Joe mopped his brow and under his moist pits, hopping back on the bike. Coasting to the back of the building, he saw the entrance to the men's wash room and, propping his bike up against the wall, pushed the door open and entered the pissy-smelling latrine. The place was nastier'n hell and twice as funky. Jimmy Joe turned up his nose at the smell of men's piss and stepped up to one of the urinals that wasn't overflowing with cigarette butts and yellow piss. He'd just started lettin' go of his bladder when the squeaky door got pushed open and that same trucker what had been at the counter came into the men's toilet. The man came right up to the urinal next to the one Jimmy was pissin' into and unzipped the fly of his jeans to relieve hisself, as well. Jimmy Joe wasn't really payin' no never mind to the other guy, even though he was right near him, but he all of a sudden found it kind of funny that all he could hear was the sound of his own piss splashin' against the wall of the urinal. His eyes wandered over to the other guy---and nearly bugged outa his head when he saw that the trucker wasn't pissin' at all! He was playin' with about six to seven inches of man cock lengthening in the palm of his hand!!! Not even thinkin', he turned his head to the man and found that the trucker was lookin' right at him the whole time!!! Jimmy Joe's piss flow cut itself short. The guy wasn't a bad-looking sort at all. Jimmy Joe figgered he was early thirties, prob'ly 'round his own daddy's age. He had a squared-off kind of jawline that had that charcoaled look from bein' in need of a day's shave and piercing dark eyes from under thickly hooded brows. Like he'd noticed earlier, the guy had longish hair---maybe just below his shoulders---that was pushed behind his ears and covered with one of those skull-cap type of bandanas the biker types wore. Dude didn't look like he had too bad a body under the T-shirt clingin' to his torso from the heat, certainly not like those other big-bellied truckers that was in the diner. His muscular arms were covered in an array of tattoo art from wrist up into the half-sleeves of his T. Jimmy Joe was just a-standin' there with his big ole dick hangin' out, having long ago given up peein'. With his shorts hangin wide open, they had slid down a bit on his hips and now revealed the pronounced swell of his perfect bubbled butt cheeks. The man licked his chops when he got a gander at what was contained in the seat of Jimmy Joe's pants. Jimmy Joe nearly shit hisself when the man reached over and stuffed his hand down into the back of his shorts and felt up those perfect melons. Swallowing hard, part of him wanted to bolt right the fuck out of there, but his legs just wouldn't move. Jimmy Joe's shorts and briefs were falling down his thighs and the trucker's fingers were roughly diggin' into his sweaty crack, makin' his own boy cock start to swell out. The long-haired, macho-looking trucker dude had a massive hard-on that he was strokin' away on while he man-handled the teen hunk. "You wanna make twenty dollars, boy?" The man's voice came out real deep and masculine. "C'mon, you know you need the money. I seen you in that diner with only a few bills." "T-twenty whole dollars?" Jimmy Joe managed to sputter as the bigger man's middle finger started diggin' at his ass hole. "Wh-what do I have to do?" The man smiled sadistically. "You have to give up that sweet ass to me, boy." "I ain't never dun nutin' like that 'afore," Jimmy Joe told him and then, thinking it over, "You'd really give me twenty whole dollars?" "Fuck, boy," the trucker gushed, grasping Jimmy Joe's big, eight-inches of hard-on. "I'll give you thirty!" Jimmy Joe moaned, his legs buckled and he went down to his knees on the nasty-assed, pissy tile floor of the john right there in front of the older man. The trucker slid his jeans and boxers down around his knees and, whipping off his sweat-drenched T-shirt, wrapped it around the back of Jimmy Joe's head and pulled the boy's face into his crotch. "First you gotta suck it a little to get it all wet and ready for fuckin'." Jimmy Joe'd never played with nobody elses dick other than his own, but what he lacked in experience he sure 'nuff made up for in downright eagerness. Partin' his pretty lips, Jimmy Joe opened his mouth wide as he could and gobbled up the trucker's leaking dick. It tasted kinda gamey in his mouth, kinda like when he'd eaten that deer meat one time last winter, but Jimmy Joe focused on the thirty bills he'd been promised and worked the man's dick just like he'd seen momma do to one of her bar pick ups when they didn't know he was lookin'. Pretty soon he'd sucked that big cock to the back of his throat and was playin' with the man's big, fuzzy ball bag. "Fuck, yeah, kid!" The tattooed trucker grabbed Jimmy Joe by the back of the head and started in to fuckin' his mouth. "That feels real fuckin' good! Yer mouth was made for suckin' cock. You sure you ain't never eaten dick afore?" Jimmy Joe shook his head from side to side as he looked up into the stud's rugged face and got hisself all turned on by seein' what he was doin' to the man. His lips moved all over the hardened, vein-bloated surface of that throbbing prick. Grasping it around the base he zeroed in on jest the head, runnin' his tongue all over the dudes' sensitive glans and poking into the wide piss hole. Wave upon wave of clear juice was welling up outa the guy's shaft and Jimmy Joe quickly cleaned it off with a swipe of his white trash tongue. He'd quickly acquired himself a taste for man juice, especially bein' as he could see how much the man appreciated it. When he'd driven the poor guy's dick head practically crazy, Jimmy Joe went down on him again---but this time he didn't stop until he'd taken the whole cock straight down his throat! "UNGH---FUCKIN'---HELL!" the hot trucker rasped as the boy gagged around his beefsteak. He came off it sputtering and started lovin' the cock head again with his tongue. Jest when the tattooed man thought he'd had his only throatin' of the afternoon, Jimmy Joe swallowed him whole once again, comin' up this time only when he couldn't take it no more. Again and again a determined Jimmy Joe went down on him until he could handle the whole garsh-darned cock without chokin'. When the trucker tried pullin' hisself away from the boy, Jimmy Joe locked his lips aroun' the fat shaft as if'n he didn't want to let go. The man had to exert some muscle and push the crazed cock sucker away from him. Jimmy Joe was sittin' back there on his haunches, spit and man juice leakin' down the sides of his mouth and lookin' like he wanted some more. "You keep that shit up, you gonna make me shoot my fuckin' load afore I can get a shot at that hot-lookin' ass of yers!" Extending a hand towards the boy, the bigger man pulled Jimmy Joe to his feet and turned him 'round to face the dirty tiled wall. Grabbin' him round his thin, trim waist, the trucker kicked Jimmy Joe's legs wide apart and put him into position. The man stood back for a moment, strokin' his meat and marvelin' at the sight of that perfect bubble ass poochin' out towards him. With his hands plastered to the wall, Jimmy Joe looked over one bared shoulder and watched the man step up to him. The guy spit a nasty, wet hocker right smack dab on his puckered ass hole an' started workin' it around with one of his fat, dirty fingers. Jimmy Joe moaned deeply, an' his eyes rolled up in his head, when the trucker slipped one finger---then two---into his shitter and started in to movin' them around. "This is gonna hurt like a sonofabitch the first time," the long-haired man warned him as he lined up the head of his cock with the boy's hole. "But after awhile you're gonna get to really likin' it." Grabbin' Jimmy Joe by the hips to steady him, he lunged forward and thrust more'n half his length up into the boy's cherry hole. Jimmy Joe let out a loud sigh. He could feel the hot shaft way up inside him, throbbin' like mad. But it didn't hurt; not really. There was lotsa other things in life that hurt, but this surely wasn't one of 'em. Jimmy Joe kinda liked the way the man cock felt, stuffing his boy hole. He started rockin' his body back and forth on the prong, enjoyin' the new sensation of stiff dick sliding in and out of his ass. The trucker was all kinds of amazed at the way the kid took to cock, 'specially when Jimmy Joe violently reared back against him and buried every one of them seven-plus inches deep in his precious ass. That's when the hot trucker took matters into his own horny hands. Grabbin' the smooth sides of Jimmy Joe's sweet cherry ass, he started in to slowly pushin' and a-pullin' his hard meat in and out of the boy's tight-as-a-drum butthole. Jimmy Joe was just moanin' and groanin', the side of his pretty face plastered against the dirty tile wall and his hands runnin' all over the surface, enjoyin' the livin' hell outa his first ever fuck. This weren't the first time the trucker'd had himself some boy ass, and it sure 'nuff wouldn't be the last, so's he knew darned well that Jimmy Joe could easy take a fuck. He started in to rammin' his big ole cock harder and faster clear up into Jimmy Joe's guts and makin' the boy rise up on the toes of his worn sneaks. Soon as he was cruisin' along the cutie's hershey highway at a fuckable speed, the trucker leaned his body into the kid and reached around to grab hold of his puffy nipples whilst he buried his wet tongue into his ear. Jimmy Joe felt like a million dollar whore when the raunchy trucker's thick, calloused fingers started tweakin' and a-twistin' his juicy boy nips, makin' those fuckers stand out straight and hard, all the while chewin' on his lobe and breathin' heatedly into his ear. Weren't long afore the growed man took ahole of Jimmy Joe's big boy cock and started in to jerkin' him whilst he plowed livin' hell outa his hole. It felt real good havin' somebody's hand other than his own masturbating his overdeveloped meat an' Jimmy Joe showed his appreciation by movin' his ass in rhythm to the trucker's beat. Jimmy Joe had no idear what a prostate was for---hell, he'd never even know'd he had one---but he surely was finding out all about it in one quick lesson. The boy had never been much of a learner in school, but here in the truck stop bathroom he was takin' on one hell of an education. His whole body shuddered each and every time the tattooed trucker's pole hit whatever-in-hell that joy button was inside a him and soon enough Jimmy Joe couldn't take it no more. His chest started in to heavin', his body got all tensed-up like and he wonder'd for a second whether he jest might be havin' hisself a heart attack like ole Rufus McCain'd had nigh unto a week of days back. Jimmy Joe's young, hot cum burst outa his dick in one gut-wrencher after 'nuther whilst the trucker kept on a pumpin' him in his fist and fuckin' his hole. Felt near abouts as good fer the trucker, with the way Jimmy Joe's ass was clenchin' around his thick prick each time he blew hisself another load. The trucker started in to moanin' and, lettin' go of Jimmy Joe's wang, pressed his hands into the small of the boy's back and went fuckin' wild on that ass, pumping his meat so fast his dick was nuthin more than a blur! With a loud, burly sigh he planted that motherfucker deep and started shootin' all his jizz way up inside Jimmy Joe's guts, fillin' his tank for the very first time with hot man cream. Jimmy Joe could feel all that warm, sticky stuff washin' out his innards and wondered, in his own ignorance, if'n it were possible for the trucker to make him have babies. After he'd been reassured that baby bearin' only happened in women folk, which made it a safe thing for men to fuck, Jimmy Joe licked all his cum off the nasty tile wall for an extra five dollars an' then gladly cleaned up the good lookin' trucker's prick wit' his tongue. His own ass juices tasted awful damned good around the hot, cum-covered cock. While the trucker tugged up his jeans, leavin' his chest bare on account he was so steamed up, Jimmy Joe located his shorts and put 'em back on. Pulling two crisp twenties out of his wallet, the tattooed hunk tucked them into the front pocket of Jimmy Joe's shorts and then, stuffin' his hands into the back of Jimmy Joe's shorts and kneadin' those awesome melons, drew the kid to him for a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss. Jimmy Joe pedaled his ass back home to the trailer park, pleased as all hell with his day's work. He kept stoppin' on the way to pull that forty dollars outa his pocket jest to make sure it was all fer real and hadn't been some kind of trick. Once locked in his 2 X 4 bedroom he kicked of all his clothes, throwed hisself across the bed an' took in to triple finger-fuckin' his cum-soaked asshole whilst he jerked to another orgasm thinkin' all the while 'bout all the money to be made down at the trucker's pit stop. Sure 'nuff, next day Jimmy Joe took the hike down I-20 and made a bee-line for the wash room out back. Weren't even a half hour gone by afore Jimmy Joe was grippin' the edges of the stained toilet seat while some grizzly red-headed, pot-bellied trucker from Pennsylvania plowed out his young ass but good. After the fucker had blow'd a hot load up his hole and tossed him a twenty, Jimmy Joe had only ta wait a good ten minutes afore an older driver came in to take a piss. Jimmy Joe was just sittin' there on the bowl naked as a fuckin' jaybird with a wicked hard on and dribbles of cum oozin' outa his crack when the trucker saw him. The guy musta been close to sixty and could've well been Jimmy Joe's granpappy, but it didn't make no never mind to neither one of em. This time Jimmy Joe got taken into the cab of the guy's truck where he got atop the ole dude in his bunk and rode his cock like a pogo-stick. When the old timer started to comin', Jimmy Joe was sure the geezer was like to take a heart attack! He blasted out Jimmy's boy pussy and handed him two tens and a five. By the time Jimmy Joe went back to school some two weeks later he had taken in close to three hunnerd dollars! Course, Jimmy Joe snuck some of that cash into his momma's purse so's she'd have sumthin' with which to pay the bills. Old drunk never even questioned where the money was comin' from. Hell, it kept her in liquor and out of the streets. The rest of it Jimmy Joe started stashin' away in a secret place in his cluttered room, makin' hisself a nice nest egg for when he could get hell out of that trailer park town. He was doin' real good, too, until Sheriff Lester T. Coultrane and his dim-wit Deputy came into the picture. He was doin' double duty with these two truckers with long-assed beards what looked kind of like them singers in that old video made afore he was even born. Now that they'd been able to afford cable, Jimmy Joe was even more taken with the world outside his city limits. Anyways, one of the rednecks had been poundin' his ass whilst the other one was fuckin' his tonsils. They'd just started in to cummin when Sheriff Coultrane and Deputy Dawg come trouncin' into the john with guns cocked hollerin' fer nobody to move. Well, that was kind of hard to do since the truckers cocks was explodin' all over the fuckin' place and pretty much soakin' Jimmy Joe from head to toe in sticky man cream. The Sheriff tole the two truckers to git themselves dressed and get hell outa town afore he arrested em for contributin' to the delinquency of a minor. Them two ole boys were outa there lickety-split, leavin' Jimmy Joe all alone with the local lawmen. The Sheriff hooked his thumbs in his gun belt and, real cocky-like, slowly walked totally around the boy sizin' him up. "Looks like we got ourselves a situation here, Deputy." The tall, thin, dumb-assed Deputy jest shook his head in agreement. Deputy Dan always agreed with everythin' the Sheriff said, otherwise he'd've found his scrawny ass out of a job and back to slingin' shit with a pitchfork down to Farmer Wilson's---like he was when the Sheriff recruited him a few years back. Seein' as Jimmy Joe weren't about to be goin' nowheres, he put his gun back in his holster and tried to draw himself up tall and foreboding---which he wasn't. "We gonna run the little fag whore in?" he asked. "Well, now, seems to me like that depends on him," the Sheriff taunted, standing directing in front of Jimmy Joe. "What's yer name, boy?" Jimmy Joe didn't show one bit an ounce of fear at bein' found out by the Sheriff and his side kick. He stood there all casual-like, buck-assed nekkid with a roarin' hard-on and trucker cum slowly oozin' down his smooth, athletic body. "Jimmy Joe," the boy tole him, scooping up a wad of cum leakin' down the side of his face and slippin' them two fingers between his lips to eat it. "GAWWWWWWWWWWWD DAMN!" The Sheriff broke out in a sweat and practically did a little dance. He was feelin' his old johnson startin' to twitch around inside his uniform pants. Turns out the Sheriff had been keepin' his eye on the I-20 rest stop after observin' a bit more activity at the run-down joint than usual. It took him a little bit of a while, but soon the Sheriff pieced together what was goin' on when, one Saterday afternoon, he spied one trucker after another leavin' the joint tuckin' his wallet inside his back pants pocket. Tryin' like hell to be intimidatin', Sheriff Coultrane let Jimmy Joe know the kinda trouble he could be in, warnin' him about juvenile detention and boy's homes. No matter what he said, Jimmy Joe didn't appear to be fazed by his threats at all. "Seems to me you ain't all a bad sort, you ain't theavin' or hurtin' nobody, so I tell ya what I'm gonna do." The Sheriff's voice dropped low as if he was conspirin' or somethin', and he continued, "I'm not gonna mess up your little action here, but from now on we's business partners, boy. Sixty-forty; sixty fer you since yer doin' most've the work, forty goes to me fer lookin' t'other way. An' I'll make sure Deputy Houligan does the same. What ya say, boy. We got a deal?" Jimmy Joe didn't see how he had no other choice; Sheriff Lester T. Coultrane had him by the short hairs. The crooked lawman grinned from ear to ear when Jimmy Joe nodded his agreement. Feelin' superior to someone always gave the Sheriff a natural high. He had a lot of dirt on many of the local political mucky-mucks, which is how he managed to hold onto his job, and now he'd just earned hisself some extra income out've holding a threat over the strong-lookin' fourteen-year-old pup. "HOULIGAN," he shouted to the Deputy standin' behind him at the doorway. "Git yer ass outside, keep watch an' make sure nobody comes in here till I tell ya. Me and this boy's got some private bizness to attend to." The Deputy weren't even totally out the door when Lester T started to unbucklin' his belt and let out his throbbin' hard-on. "This is t'other part of the deal, boy. You gonna take care of my fat ole cock anytime it needs takin' care of, an' it needs takin' care of A LOT! Any objections?" Jimmy Joe responded by droppin' to his knees in front of the Sheriff, took his fat short one into his mouth and started in to suckin' on it. Lester T was as close to in love as he'd even been, the boy's technique was that good! Weren't long before he had the teen whore down to the floor on all fours ruttin' his ass doggie-style. Didn't last fer long, though, 'cos the Sheriff was too horned up. In less than three minutes he got all tensed up and, with a wild yowl that brought the Deputy runnin', shot his hot cop cream up into Jimmy Joe's ass. Deputy Houligan was just a-starin' away at them and scratchin' his head in disbelief when the Sheriff yanked his beef outa Jimmy Joe. Comin' up off the floor zippin' up his trousers, Lester T gave his dim wit partner rip-roarin' hell fer leavin' his post as they left Jimmy Joe layin' there on the pissy floor of the latrine. Right at the doorway, Sheriff Coultrane stopped short and turned aroun' to look at the cum-covered slut. "I'll be seein' you again, boy," he announced threateningly. Rhonda Jean Johannsen saw less an' less of Coultrane from that moment on: the Sheriff had found hisself a better, eager piece of ass in Jimmy Joe. He took to fuckin' the boy upwards of three times a week, sometimes right there in the trailer whilst Jimmy's momma was passed out cold in front of the blarin' TV set, ash tray overflowin' with cigarette butts and beer cans all over the littered coffee table. He never bothered Jimmy Joe at the truck stop again and the kid's side job become real lucrative. Jimmy Joe gave Lester T his cut, altho the Sheriff never really knew how the kid was hoodwinking him. Lester T had no idea how much cock Jimmy was takin' in the john, nor how much he'd got paid, so Jimmy Joe gave him jest enuf to keep the blackmailin' backwoods Sheriff off his back. One time he took to arguin' that Lester T was getting his rocks off fer free and that ought to be enuf, but the Sheriff bitch slapped him across the face and reminded Jimmy Joe who was boss in this part of the county. From then on Jimmy Joe jest kept his mouth shut, enjoyed the Sheriff's one-sided fuckin' and socked away all that green cash that was near abouts fillin' up the duffle bag hidden under his bed. Jimmy reckoned by the time he was eighteen he'd be able to leave that damned trailer park camp in style---and Sheriff Coultrane would jest have to find hisself a new fuck boy! "DAWWWWG GONE IT, LESTER T!" Sixteen-year-old Jimmy Joe was near 'bouts getting his head bashed in 'gainst the arm rest in the back seat of the patrol car. Lester T was just bangin' away at his ass, fast and furious-like and didn't seem to give no never mind to Jimmy's possible discomfort. His fat, thick one had Jimmy Joe's ass hole stretched wider than any of t'other cocks the teen had got fucked by in his young, sorry life, which is the onliest reason Jimmy still relished his encounters with the Sheriff. If only the big man would learn how ta treat him like a human bein', and not some scumbag piece o' white trash! "AWWW FUCK, HERE IT CUMS, JIMMAH JOE!" The Sheriff always seemed to like to announce it to the world when he was 'bout to blow his balls. He started in to shudderin' and pantin' and then, with his trademark yowl, started in to shootin' his heavy load of man syrup up inside of Jimmy Joe. Lester T kept on a-cummin' and a-cummin' 'til Jimmy Joe thought he was getting hisself a cum enema. When the big bellied Sheriff had finished unloadin' his balls, he yanked his club from the boy's hole and, backing out of the car, took hisself a nice healthy piss 'afore zippin' back up. Deputy Houligan had been up front behind the wheel the whole entire time, watchin' through the rear view mirror whilst the Sheriff tore Jimmy Joe a new asshole. Ev'ry now an' then the Sheriff would permit Houligan to get atop Jimmy Joe---but only after he'd porked the kid first. With the way Houligan's cock was strainin' against the front of his trousers, he surely hoped today would be one of them days. Steppin' out of the cruiser whilst the Sheriff tucked in the shirt of his uniform, he looked in the back seat at Jimmy Joe, who was still down on his belly with his ass thrust up real invitin' like. The garsh-darned fuck hole was gapin' wide open from all the fuckin' Coultrane had dun with his fatter-than-average dick an' spent cum was oozin' on out. "G'won," the Sheriff slapped him on the back, "jest don' take too long." Houligan practically fell over hisself droppin' his drawers and climbin' over atop Jimmy Joe. Jimmy Joe looked over his shoulder when he felt the head of a familiar dick slidin' straight on into his boy hole. Deputy Dan might be about as bright as a twenty-five watt bulb with an IQ to match, but he sure 'nuff had a nice, big dick. Not nowheres near as thick as the Sheriff's, but the Deputy more'n made up for it in length. An' when the big-eared, big-dicked, half-brain wrapped his fingers 'round Jimmy Joe's pecker---like he always did---Jimmy Joe smiled for the first time that afternoon, knowin' that his own release was finally at hand.