Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2018 06:11:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Trailer Park Trash, Chapter 2

                        TRAILER PARK TRASH
          Chapter Two: Lloyd's Dad Comes By Trailer "E"
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     When I woke up again, my head felt the size of a watermelon, a big,
throbbing watermelon. It didn't hurt, especially, just...oversized and
ponderous, and it weighed a ton. It was more like my sinuses were clogged
than that my head hurt, the pain was all in front and I felt swollen and
bleary and groggy.
     But the world stayed steady when I tried to get to my feet. Lloyd was
sleeping beside me, and despite his offer of a cure, I quietly got dressed
and let him sleep. He'd done his part for me some hours ago...shit, look at
the time, it was almost noon! I'm surprised Mom hadn't been over pestering
the hell out of me already!
     I went back home and found that Mom and Madeline had apparently stayed
up very late, and that Madeline had stayed (that was her blouse in the
middle of the living room floor.) I quietly opened the bedroom door and saw
the two of them in bed, Madeline lying snuggled up to Mom, and I tossed in
the blouse on top of her shorts, bra and panties, where I was sure she
would find it when she got up and closed the door again. I went back and
sprawled out on the couch and let my head settle down again. I wasn't
woozy, it wasn't quite that defined, but lying down sounded like a terrific
idea right them.
     "Brooooom!" came the sound. Shit, a lawnmower! "Broo-oo-oo-oo..." Ah,
the hell with it, you know what they're like, well, with a hangover making
your grasp on the world precarious, it's the sound of hell, the devil
laughing his ass off at your agony. NOW I had a headache!
     It was right next door, Trailer "D." I went over to the window
intending to gripe at the guy, get him to wait a little longer, but when I
got there, my voice died in my throat. Ye, Gods! A gorgeous hunk, a
military man! That flat-top crew-cut was a dead giveaway, but he wasn't
young, maybe late twenties, his body was huge and muscled, he wore only a
pair of very short cut-off shorts and some socks and sneakers, his wide,
strong body gleaming with sweat in the already-hot day. There's a body you
can only get on purpose, using weights and measuring your body as you go;
well, that was this body, wide shoulders, bulging biceps, broad pecs, and
all the other, lesser muscles that you usually can't see on your own body
no matter how hard you try, they were all present and declaring their
enhanced state as he pushed the mower, ovals and ridges all over the top
half of his form, and down his hips and legs, too, those hairy, hairy legs!
     "Corey! Corey!" my Mom yelled and I turned to her. She was naked,
holding only a blouse before her that...geez, it didn't go low enough!
Barf!!! I turned my eyes away. "Corey, where were you last night?"
     "With Lloyd." I said to her. "He came over and told you I was staying
the night with him."
     "Oh....well, never mind then. You get to unpacking those boxes in the
living room. They're all yours and...." She continued in this vein, and I
let her, not listening any longer.
     The boxes held clothing only. I had to put my clothes where I could,
wondering where these boxes had been yesterday when we were
unpacking. Probably mixed in with Mom's stuff in her bedroom, she'd had a
bunch in there when we stopped for the night. With all the shifting of
stuff, I hadn't noticed half my clothes was missing.
     The trunk took most of it, and I was done by the time they came out of
her bedroom and had poured a bowl of cereal for my breakfast. Madeline and
Mom sat down with their own bowls to take up their talking, right where
they'd left off the night before, no doubt. With their talking and the
mower next door, life was noisy chaos. I finished, got up, said, "I'm going
over to Lloyd's again."
     "Wait, Corey!" Mom shrieked at me.
     I stopped and looked back. "What is it, Ma?"
     "You can't go over there, not now!"
     "Why not?"
     "You have to drive me to the supermarket, and then to the hardware
store." Mom said. "There's a lot we need for this new place, you know
that."
     "You could stand to mow the yard, too." Madeline chipped in. The noise
of that lawnmower running would make that obvious, and the grass was rather
high.
     "Go see if the neighbor would be willing to loan us the mower, and
then come right back, because we'll be ready to go in just a few minutes."
Mom said.
     "Okay, Ma." I said. Maybe while they were shopping I could get a set
of the car keys made. Besides, I now had a reason to go talk to that
gorgeous hunk of neighbor!
     He only had a small area to mow, he was finishing when I walked out to
speak with him. He was crouched down by the mower, and I could see a piece
of one of his balls peeking out from the bottom of those shorts, along with
a nice mass of pubic hair. His chest was hairless, but he must shave it,
because those legs and that tangle of hair coming out of his balls told me
that his natural hair was heavy.
     He looked up at me. "Hello." he said.
     "Hi." I said, grinning a little sheepishly. He smiled back at me
easily.
     "What can I do for you."
     Strip off those shorts and sit on my face! No, I didn't say that, but
I thought it! "Mom wants to know if we can borrow your mower this evening
to do our yard. We just moved in."
     "Certainly, he said and stood up easily and the ball which had slipped
from his shorts slipped out more and was protruding. I gawked at it and he
reached down and tucked it back into his shorts.
     "I shouldn't have cut these shorts up so high." he said as he pushed
the mower into a square breach in his underpinning, so that it rested
beneath his trailer, secure from the elements, only the metal handle
sticking out.. "My balls keep slipping out, and my dick, too, sometimes."
     "Yeah." I breathed.
     He turned and I was still looking at his crotch, at that bulge. God,
let it slip out now! I thought. That thing looks huge.
     "Go ahead and take it out." he said to me.
     "Huh?" I looked up at him.
     "The mower." he clarified. "Go ahead and take it out whenever you need
it. Just buy some gas now and then to make up for it."
     "Oh! Uh, thanks!"
     "Don't mention it, kid. Be nice to have you as a neighbor." he said
and reached out one big, friendly paw.
     I took it and he squeezed it as he shook it, didn't let go right
away. Or maybe that was me. He gently extracted his hand...yes, it was me
hanging on...and said, "I got to get back indoors and get cleaned up. I go
to work in another hour."
     "I'll get the mower this evening and return it then, too." I said.
     "No problem, kid." he said, walking up the steps, and I stared at
those bobbling buttocks of his. "Welcome to the trailer park."
     "Yeah!" I said as he walked in and shut the door. "I'm going to like
living here." I said softly.
     "Corey? Corey! Corey! Corey!"
     "Coming, Ma!" I sighed.
     My hopes of getting the car key copied faded with the day. I tried to
keep the keys at the hardware store by offering to drop them off at the
door while I parked the car a bit further down the road, but Mom wasn't
buying it. She got out, but then waited at the front door for me to come
up, and she got the keys right then. Well, that "Keys Made" sign hanging
over the front door was pretty obvious. I decided to be patient.
     The hardware store, then the discount store then some fashion
boutiques, I sat in the car for a lot of that afternoon rather than go in
and be surrounded by pink frou-frou polyester, which was the taste in
clothing of my mother and Madeline. They dawdled, they wasted away the day
and I didn't get back until nearly sundown, and then I was totally worn
out. Madeline stayed on, one of the stops was by her place to get some of
her clothes. Quite a few of her things, actually, she was planning to stay
at least a week. She and Mom whispered a lot and clammed up when I got
nearby at her apartment. I carried most of the stuff to her car.
     I cut the minuscule lawn and returned the mower as promised. Then
after a rather early supper, I went out and spent the evening with Lloyd
and T-Bone as they continued to work on his motorcycle well after dark, he
was getting it ready for some sort of big ride in the morning.
     When at last it was done, I went with Lloyd back to his house. We
talked and listened to music, but when I tried to get next to him, he'd
pull away or get up and move and sit elsewhere. He poured me a little rum,
but when I asked for another, he said, "You'd better not. Dad keeps an eye
on the liquor level. He noticed the vodka that you drank and he was
pissed."
     "Sorry." I said. "I can give you some money for more."
     "Just forget it. Only Coke okay?" He was distracted and nervous,
almost. I backed off, I didn't know the guy that well, yet. It was like he
was waiting for something.
     About eleven o'clock, he said, "You'd better get back home. The lights
are out in your house."
     "Oh. Okay." I said. I was being thrown out but Lloyd obviously had
something on his mind, I decided to go along with it.
     I went back and Madeline and Mom were in the bedroom, talking and
giggling about something. Those two talked so much, you'd think they'd run
out of stuff, but so far it hadn't happened. I watched television until
after midnight (Saturday Night Live) and then gave up and went to bed and
sleep. The sleeper sofa was as miserable and uncomfortable as I had
expected. A thin foam mattress, and a bar that hit you right across the
middle ribs and just above the back of the knees. It would be a long time
before I could sleep well on this thing, if ever. I decided to give it a
couple of nights and if that didn't work, I'd untie the foam mattress and
spread it out on the floor. I'd threatened to when Mom had presented it as
my new bed.
     It was too light in the house; there were no curtains yet on the
windows (Mom had bought some, but we hadn't hung them up yet) and the
outdoor lights threw an odd sort of blacklight into the house, turning my
light blue sheets purplish and giving everything an other-world, odd color
to it, Some colors were right, others were like my sheets, distorted,
making it all look odd and unfamiliar, even the things we had owned for
years and years looked wrong.
     So I was awake, pissed about how the day had turned out and dreading
Sunday still to come.
     I had the front door open, only a screen door over it, the only way to
get any air into this giant tin box we were living, so I heard loud and
clear the car outside; it was Lloyd's father coming home. Heard Lloyd going
out and getting his father, who judging from Lloyd's sounds (his father was
quiet) was quite drunk. Then a period of quiet. The screen door was loose,
and a breeze had sprung up, welcome, but it made the screen door creak and
move on its hinge. It didn't fasten at all, just a free-swinging screen in
a box with a handle. The device at top supposed to hold it closed in lieu
of a lock was missing, just black holes where screws had done into the door
frame and the screen door at the middle.
     So I didn't realize anything until I felt someone getting into bed
with me. My first thought was Lloyd; he had waited until his father had
come home and he had tucked him away, then he had come over to spend the
rest of the night with me. I had offered as much to him earlier but he had
turned me down. I felt the body pressing up against mine, and I was sure of
it.
     "Mmm, I'm glad you decided to come over after all." I said, as the arm
reached around me and grasped my chest, and the warm body pressed against
mine, and I felt that enormous hard-on slide between my legs, all meaty and
sweaty and warm, warm!
     Then I felt a blast of beer breath on my ear, the stench of alcohol in
my nostrils, and a rasp of beard on my shoulder and the deep voice that
said, "Yeah, boy, you feel damned good, damned good!"
     I realized then that the body was much larger than Lloyd's, more
muscled or perhaps just bigger overall, I couldn't tell exactly, but I knew
one thing...I didn't know who this guy was!
     "Hey, hey! Who are you?" I asked.
     "Lloyd sent me over. Said you had a hot, tight butt that just begged
for a hard dick in it. Well, I got one for you, baby, going to give it to
you."
     "Who are you?" I said.
     "That doesn't matter, now does it?"
     "Are...are you Lloyd's father?" I said.
     "Mm-hmm." he said, a liquid note in my ear that would have been nice
if it hadn't been accompanied by the sour stench of rotting, semi-digested
hops. "Going to make you my baby, too. Another boy in my stable, God, I
love the warm flesh of a teenaged stud all hot and eager. Bet that asshole
of yours is just puckering up for me, isn't it?"
     "Uh, just a minute."
     "Lloyd says he fucked you last night. Did my son fuck your sweet
tender ass, boy? Did his dick slide in and out of your sweet little butt?"
His hand found my cock and he gripped it. "Yeah, that cock of yours is all
hard and ready, isn't it? Thinking about my big man-dick going into your
ass, already all stretched out by my son's prick, ready now for daddy's
going in there and stretching you out even more." While he talked like
this, he pumped my cock and I was lost in the enormity of my erection, it
was so damned hard! God, I was turned on by the thought of this, first
Lloyd and now his father.
     "Did Johnny fuck you too?" he asked me, his hand still stroking my
prick.
     "No." I said huskily. God, I was having trouble breathing.
     "Lloyd says that Johnny can really pump it in and out hard." Lloyd's
father said to me. "Says it's enough to drive him right up the wall. Me, I
fuck my boys nice and slow, let them feel every inch of it as it pushed
into their tender butts, then the way their ass quivers as I pull it out
again, like they don't want me to take it out. Do you like being fucked
that way, boy?"
     "I...I guess so." I said. No reason to pretend this wasn't turning me
on, my cock was weeping precome all over his hand. Shit, this was driving
me up the wall!
     "I'll bet you'll love it." Lloyd's dad said. "I'll get you all
stretched out, come by and fuck you every night, then I'll bring Lloyd over
and we'll both push our cocks inside of you at once. Would you like that,
baby? Would you like having my boy's cock and mine inside your butt at
once?" And his cock, trapped between my legs, began to hunch back and
forth, slow the way he said he would, and I felt the sheer heat of that big
dong. My God, it was so big!
     "It's too big!" I demurred. "I'd never be able to take it. I was only
barely able to take Lloyd's."
     "I'll take it gentle with you, baby." He crooned. "Can't go ripping
you up inside. I'll put it into you a little at a time, wait until you beg
me to push it on in. Come on, baby, let's get some action going here before
I blow my nuts like this!"
     And he pulled his cock out and fell onto his back. I turned over onto
my own back, raised up on one hand, looking down at him. His hair was blond
like Lloyd's, his skin was sort of reddish in this bizarre lighting (well,
so was mine, but mine was paler). He pushed back the covers and then kicked
them on down to around our ankles, and I saw his prick, big, broad, fat and
hard.
     "Come on, baby, suck it for me." he said as his hand reached out for
the back of my head. "Come on, baby, slick it up and I'll fuck you really
nice. Make you shoot your wad without even touching your cock, how about
that, baby? Would you like to feel that, coming without touching it. Bet I
can make you do it. Come on, get those soft lips of yours over it, come
on."
     He was begging me, not forcing me. His hand was on the back of my
head, but he hadn't pushed me with it at all. And...God, that cock of his
looked good! I leaned over and his hand then did bring pressure to bear on
me, pushed me over so that I nearly bent double before I scooted around,
and then I was over his cock and his fingers caught a handful of my hair
and he pushed my mouth down over his cock.
     "Ahh, ahh, yeah, baby, come on, suck it for me. God, you're such a hot
little stud, going to fuck you every night, baby, you and Lloyd, got me a
pair of little boy pussies now, going to work them over, come on, suck it!"
     I wet my lips as well as I could and he felt the moisture and pressed
me down. God, my mouth filled up with that huge dick, then my throat was
being jammed full of it, and still it was there, needing to be swallowed,
all of it, he wouldn't let up until I had deep-throated that whole monster,
right now!
     "Come on, suck it deeper, boy, suck it deeper. Get it all wet and
slick so I can fuck you. Come on, baby, I'm so fucking hot I'm going to
blow my nuts real soon, come on!"
     Me get fucked by this monster! Well, if he was that close to coming, I
could suck him off instead. So I bore this rough manhandling, let him shove
that cock all the way down my throat, until my nose was nestled in his
groin (he had shaved his pubic hair off! It was all smooth and slick, my
nose touched bare skin with only a hint of stubble.
     When he released me and I pulled back, I felt my throat mucous
clinging to the cockhead and upper shaft, a thick greasy column of slime
that tasted vaguely sour to my tongue as it touched it, then he shoved it
back down me. This time I took it easier, that slippery dong already had
all my slickness on it, and I again felt my nose bumping his body, my chin
nestling his nuts.
     "Yeah, good boy, good boy!" He murmured. "Get a good liplock on
daddy's pud, milk it for daddy, baby, milk it for daddy!"
     His hand was still there, ready to take charge, but he let me do the
work, and I began to work my lips and tongue over that slime-thickened
shaft, working that heavy smeary stuff all over his cock as well as I
could. He groaned and I worked him harder, shoving my head up and down as
fast as I could, really working his dong.
     "Oh, yeah, baby, suck daddy's dick, suck daddy's dick!" he said. "Get
those sweet lips of yours going, get that tiny little butthole of yours
ready, cause daddy's fucking his boy tonight, oh, yeah! Uh, uh, uh, Lloyd,
son, get in here and help me fuck your baby brother's ass. Get in here,
boy, get in here."
     I hadn't seen Lloyd, but he must have been at the door watching,
because the door immediately opened and Lloyd came in, looking vaguely
guilty at me.
     "You were right, boy, this stud is damned hot and I'm going to fuck
him right now. Help me get him up."
     I didn't understand but Lloyd did, he got hold of my shoulders and
turned me around until I was on my back and Lloyd's dad moved (I recognized
the stumbling to his movements, he was loaded, just as Lloyd had predicted,
he could barely keep his feet, I wondered how he had navigated over here
and gotten in so quietly...Lloyd helped him, of course.
     Lloyd got onto the bed, wearing his baggies, he took my legs as his
father handed them up to me and he held him back high, my knees pressed up
against my chest, and Lloyd's dad shuffled into position, fumbling and
weaving, and then he got that spit-slicked dong up against my asshole.
     "Come on, Dad, shove it in him. He's a horny little shit, you can just
shove it in, that's what I did." Lloyd said.
     "No!" I almost screamed. "You said you'd do it slow."
     "Shut up." Lloyd snarled down at me. "Dad's going to fuck you and the
quicker the better. Come on, Dad, get it in him."
     "I promised him I'd do it slow, and I will." Lloyd's dad said kind of
fuzzily, and he pushed his cockhead up against my asshole. He bobbed, and
the little he had pushed it into me slipped out, and then he was cramming
it up against my skin just above my asshole, which hurt.
     In self-defense, I reached down and caught his cock, guided it back to
my bunghole, holding it steady while he pushed it into me.
     He was slow at first, then he sort of lost all sense of judgment and
he was pushing it in harder and harder. I started to groan and Lloyd's hand
clamped over my mouth, and Lloyd said, "Come on, Dad, push it in him while
I keep him from yelling. Like you did me my first time. Come on, Dad, I
already broke him in, you don't have to fuck him slow or nothing, come on,
Dad, fuck him, fuck him."
     Lloyd's urging spurred his father on, and my muffled grunts were of
little benefit, soon Lloyd's dad had his cock into me and he was pressing
it in hard. I felt like screaming, only all that came out were muffled
gurgling sounds.
     "There, hold it still a moment." Lloyd's dad said. I don't know why he
chose then to stop, he already had me about three-quarters full of his
cock, and I was struggling and moaning in Lloyd's clutches.
     "Lie still, stupid, and let him get it on in you." Lloyd advised
me. "He's got to stretch you out and it don't hurt when he finishes
stretching you."
     Lloyd's dad reached his hand down and found my cock, only semi-hard
now, and he began to flog it. "Come on, baby, get used to it while I play
with your baby dick." he said to me. That was a stupid line, my cock was a
full-grown cock, he seemed to get off pretending I was a little boy.
     Lloyd was right, my body did get used to it, maybe the dick-pumping
was helping, but soon it didn't hurt at all and I stopped moaning in pain
and began to groan in pleasure.
     "Come on, Dad, he's hot for it now." Lloyd said.
     "Get down and suck his dick for him." Lloyd's dad ordered.
     Lloyd immediately bent down and over my body, his lips found my cock
and he slurped it in and began to work it hard. I felt his own cock against
my face and I leaned my head back and began to gnaw at the material.
     "Yeah, boys, come on, suck on each other, work your brother's cock
good, boy, work it good and hard." Lloyd's dad said. He began to hunch into
me. He was gentle enough, but his intoxicated state made him clumsy, he
hurt me off-and-on while he plunged his cock in and out of me.
     "God, yeah!" Lloyd's dad moaned. "Good boys, both of you. You're both
my bitches now, going to fuck both of you every night." he declared. "Good
little horn-dogs, just like me when I was little and my daddy would fuck
me, yes, sir, like father like son, yeah, yeah, couple of little
horn-dogs."
     I felt my climax strike me, groaned and blasted it immediately after,
and Lloyd coughed, choked on it and he lifted up in my mid-orgasm, cursing
and spewing my jism out. "Shit, he caught me by surprise." He complained.
     "Yeah, they come quick when I get it into them." Lloyd's dad said.
     I continued to moan and spasm as I sprayed my load unheeded during all
of this. Then I was done, my body splattered and sticky with my jizz, and
Lloyd's dad began to fuck me again.
     Long, long, he fucked me. I began to realize that he wasn't going to
be able to finish up unless I did something. His fucking was beginning to
hurt, so I sort of began to clench my ass muscles as he fucked me, helping
work his dong that way, and he groaned, I worked my ass like a madman,
rapidly tiring of this unaccustomed exercise, and then he was spurting his
wad, hot salty jizz sprayed into my ass, while Lloyd's dad moaned lustily.
     When he was done, he kind of sagged onto me, then his body relaxed and
he landed on me with a whoof! of expelled air from me and he was a dead
weight on me.
     "Shit, what happened?" I said.
     I wasn't expecting an answer, but Lloyd had one. "He passed out,
doofus." Lloyd said. "Shove him off, he won't wake up."
     His cock was still stuffed in my ass, and it came out with a sort of
pop and a rush of his jism out of my ass and then Lloyd's dad was on his
back, sound asleep in my bed.
     "Now what?" I asked Lloyd.
     "Now it's my turn." Lloyd said. And he clambered over and around me
and got into position. He just lowered his baggies and pushed his cock into
my ass. He didn't lube it any, but I was thoroughly sticky with his
father's jism, it didn't hurt me the way I was stretched out, though it
felt kind of funny.
     "Yeah, Johnny was right, feeling my dad's jizz up your butt is really
freaky." Lloyd said. "Hold on and I'll shoot it fast, I'm ready to blast
right now."
     He humped my violated butt and in less than a minute, he was groaning
and he leaned over and took me in his arms and moaned his rut into my ear
as he blasted his jizz into me. Every last burst of his breath went right
into my ear, like a fog-horn going off nearby and then he was laying on me
all heavy just like his father.
     "Well, now you've been double-fucked, Dad and me." Lloyd said. "How
does it feel?"
     "Felt pretty good." I admitted. "Is this why you didn't want to fool
around before?"
     "Mind your own business." Lloyd said roughly. Then his lips pressed
against mine, and he was kissing me, hard. "God, I'm glad you're here." he
said to me fiercely. "I'm glad Dad has you to fuck now instead of me. I'll
take good care of you, you just take care of Daddy for me."
     I didn't know how to answer that. Except a question, "Is this what you
meant last night?" I asked him.
     "Hmm?" He asked sleepily.
     "Is this what you meant when you said you had plans for me?"
     "Part of them." he admitted.
     "What's the rest of it, then?" I asked.
     "You'll find out. Just go to sleep." he said. "Dad will wake up in an
hour or so and I'll take him outside to barf, then back to my house. Just
go to sleep."
     And that was how it worked out. I was alone in my bed when the first
rays of dawn touched the sky. And in those first rays, Lloyd took his Dad
back to their trailer house and I was left alone, wondering about the
strange turns my life was taking.
                             THE END
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