Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2018 03:24:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Trailer Park Trash, Chapter Seven

                        TRAILER PARK TRASH
             Chapter Seven: The Secret of Trailer "A"
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     In a small town like ours, a lot of money can be pretty poorly
guarded. That was what T-Bone was counting on. His plan was to take the
entire safe right out of Shipman's Hardware Store. "The beauty of it is
that he's been holding a half-off sale all weekend." T-Bone crowed as we
stopped outside the store. "Big enough to keep him dragging money in the
last two days, just look at the crowd he's got and it's a Monday
afternoon. And just him and his wife work in the store. On Saturday I came
in for a tool and I overheard his wife complaining to a friend that he
hadn't made the bank deposit and wouldn't until he could tally up his
receipts on Monday; he always leaves his weekend receipts in the store safe
and takes them in to the bank on Tuesday morning after he does all the
bookkeeping. And the safe! It's not attached, it's just sitting there on
the floor, on a pallet with wheels, would you believe it? All we'll have to
do is wheel it out the door."
     T-Bone was really spilling his guts, telling me everything, it made me
wish for a tape recorder going in my pocket right now. He continued, "But
still, that safe's going to be heavy, I'll need help with it if we're going
to move it fast. Lloyd and you will help me push it out the door and load
it into the truck. We bring it back home and can take all the time we need
to get the thing open. I'll cut you in for a sixth share, same as Lloyd."
     "Sixth?" I said. "You, me and Lloyd. Who's left?"
     Me and Willie each get two shares." T-Bone said. "Willie will act as
lookout and create a diversion if we need one. He takes the blame if we
mess up and set off an alarm."
     "Okay." I said.
     "Come on inside, so you can see where they keep the safe." T-Bone
said. "When we go in, we'll have to move fast."
     I went in with him. Inside, some six people were waiting for
Mrs. Shipman to ring up their sales, while Mr. Shipman helped customers
find things and such. There were some twenty people in the store, and it
wasn't a big store. If T-Bone was right about all the receipts of this sale
being in the safe, he'd have quite a bit of money in there. Not big-time, I
agree, but given the security he had, or should I say the lack of it, it
was a very tempting target for a crook. I agreed with T-Bone as to the
plan; all we'd have to do is push the safe out of the little office they
had it in, down the aisle and out the door. It was a fair-sized iron box on
wheels, some four feet on a side, but it was indeed on wheels as he'd
described. Get some muscle on it to push, and it'd roll right along.
     We left the store and instead of taking me back to the trailer park
like I expected, he headed us down a side-road outside of town. "Where are
we going?" I asked over the roar of the ailing motorcycle.
     "Someplace quiet." T-Bone said simply. "Hang on, the ride gets rough
from here on."
     He wasn't kidding, he turned into a dirt trail and I had to cling to
him tightly to keep from being bounced off. By doing this and clenching my
hips to the motorcycle seat, I was pretty unshakeable. But it meant hanging
on tight to T-Bone.
     God, the sheer energy of this man! I still couldn't figure it out. He
had...an animal magnetism. I mean, you knew that you didn't mean shit to
him, that he would take you and use you whenever he felt like it and not
think about you the rest of the time. Take the way Lloyd was acting around
him, yet I didn't feel by going here with T-Bone that I was infringing on
Lloyd's prerogatives at all, because he didn't have any. T-Bone did what he
damned well pleased and if that was what you wanted, good, if not, it
didn't matter to him.
     I could feel the massive chest rising and falling slowly as he
breathed, my cheek was pressed against his black-leather-clad back, and the
jacket carried a strong, tangible aroma that it kind of hard to
describe. Sniffing it was kind of like chewing on a leather shoestring, you
had the taste of leather, but there was more, something very human in
concentrated form.
     We hit a smooth stretch, another road, this one only graded dirt but
much smoother than the one we'd been on (some kind of short cut), and
T-Bone reached up and took my right hand from his stomach (it was the lower
of my two hands) and scooted it down to his crotch, my hand sliding like
melting butter over the thick bulge that waited there, covered in rank oily
denim jeans. T-Bone pushed my hand down until I was cupping his ample
basket, and then he reached back up and gave his cycle the gun once more.
     I didn't pretend I didn't want this guy, I did, even though I knew he
was dangerous and I was supposed to be spying on him for the police. Even
though, of the men in my life right now, he was easily the worst person I
could be hanging out with. Even though...even though I knew I meant nothing
to him, I still wanted him. I can't explain it. He was trouble, he was
danger, he was...he was male! He just radiated masculinity, and if I could
get in bed with him, maybe I could capture some of that for myself. That's
as close as I can explain it.
     So I threw my self-respect and all caution to the wind and I gladly
squeezed his tool through those jeans, rubbing it, feeling it, everything I
could think of. We hit a downslope which was a straightaway, and he took
both hands off the handles and quickly undid his belt and his top pants
button. All that was left was for me to ease the zipper down, and I was
quick to do that.
     Inside, a jockstrap, fiery warm to my touch, greasy to the feel,
worn-out and skanky, I wanted that for myself, to take home and put under
my pillow...no, to chew on it and suck it dry of every bit of the
concentrated male essence that had exuded into its fibers, I wanted...no! I
wanted what was beneath it. Now!
     I fished into the funky jock and I grabbed his cock and I heaved
moist, lust-scarred words into his ear. "Let's find a place and stop."
     "One coming up right ahead." T-Bone said. The place was just ahead
less than a hundred yards and that distance was a horribly long way, I
spent the interminable time worming that firm, long dong out of his jock
and bringing it out into the open air, then yanking it as best I could,
heedless of falling off, I had both hands gripping that heavy pud, feeling
the strength and the power of it as it bled out a bit of precome from its
tip onto the top of my hand, to cool and chill my skin from the screaming,
violated air of our passing.
     He roared up a small embankment and we landed with a jar on the other
side, and here was a clearing, not a planned space for picnickers, just a
wide area that plants hadn't taken totally over. He stopped the bike and it
rumbled, stuttered, coughed to a stop, muttering to itself for some time
after he had killed the engine.
     "You ever fucked on a motorcycle?" he asked me, looking back at me
over his shoulder.
     "No, sir." I said, feeling a silly grin on my face that threatened to
bust my mouth wide apart.
     "Next time you wear some shorts that have a hole in the seam in the
right place, and I'll put you on front of me on the cycle and I'll fuck you
while we tool down the highway." he said. "But for now, get off."
     I quickly straddled, slightly burning myself on the hot exhaust pipe
as I did so, I jumped away on one foot, the other held high in the air,
wincing, and T-Bone just laughed. He slid back in the seat and threw his
leg not backwards, as you'd expect, but forwards, clearing the handlebars
with a gymnast's ease and then he was sitting sideways on his motorcycle,
his cock angled out like the short arm of the letter "Y."
     "Okay, kid." He said to me. "What you waiting for?"
     "Nothing." I said and I hastily knelt down onto the fall of dead
leaves interspersed with blades of green grass here and there. I felt the
dry rustle of the maple leaves (all of them had come from this one big tree
nearby, it looked like) as they crackled around my skin, and then my mouth
flew down to T-Bone's cock like a moth to a flame, and I immolated myself
the way of a moth, only this candlestick-prick landed in my mouth.
     And T-Bone grabbed my head and shoved me down harder, dry and still
unready that huge pud was crammed down my throat. I choked, gagged, my
throat making vomiting motions, and T-Bone gave a snarl of frustration and
let me up.
     "Hell, kid, I thought you were ready." He grumped at me. "Come on,
work up some spit and get back down."
     "Yes, sir." I said humbly and I did as he asked and then I gingerly
applied my lips once again. He held off until he was sure I had enough lube
to handle it, then his hands grabbed my head and shoved me down again; this
time the cock was less of an intruder and more of a guest.
     I wasn't given a chance to show any skill, all I could do was hold on
tight while he forced my head up and down on his cock. His hard dick was
like a rubber cylinder being rammed down my throat, pliable but only to a
point, then it forced its own path into my gullet and T-Bone would snarl
again and I would hastily shift as well as I could to give him easier
access.
     But he wasn't satisfied with my talents on his prick, he said after a
time, "Shit, kid, Lloyd sucks it a hell of a lot better than that. Let's
see if your ass can handle it any better. Get off your damned knees and
turn around."
     "Yes, sir." I said and I got to my feet in a rustle of leaves flying
about like loose sheets of paper, and then I turned around and he grabbed
me by the waist.
     "Bend over!"
     I complied and he yanked down my shorts at the same time, leaving my
buttocks bare to the delighted chatter of some squirrels on the tree
nearby. I felt naked in a way I hadn't since I'd gone to a doctor's office
for an examination. But I wasn't given time to dwell on that uncomfortable
feeling, soon T-Bone's pud was shoving between my ass cheeks.
     "Bend over, God damn it!" T-Bone said and I bent over further. He held
me upright mostly by his hands at my hips and then he shoved that thick
prod at me and I nearly toppled.
     "Shit!" he griped. "Come on, waddle over to the tree and hang onto it,
then!"
     I did as he said, my shorts hobbling my walk so that I did in fact
waddle, and he let me get there and I leaned over and then he was with me
and he shoved my left shoulder into the trunk of the tree, and snapped,
"Now hang on tight to that, just like that!"
     "Yes, sir." I said.
     His cock was drying out from the hot air and the stirring wind around
us, and it hurt as it was shoved just as it was into my ass. I knew better
than to complain, though, he was in a foul temper, I wasn't performing the
way he wanted me to, and I gritted my teeth and I took it as it was, not
letting any cries of pain escape my lips even though I wanted to, managing
to keep them to a cramped hissing sound as he poked and wadded and jammed
his pud deeper into me. I could feel the heavy shaft buckling and then he'd
change angle to unbend it and he'd shove in some more.
     "Ah, damn, you're tight, kid!" T-Bone gasped to me as he got the first
half of his prick into my ass and took something of a breather, not for my
convenience, but all that tension on his prong must have hurt like
hell. "Is this a cherry butt I got here?"
     "Uh...no, sir." I said. "Just your cock's a little dry and...."
     "Shut up!" he snarled. Then he clung tight with his hands on my hips
and he gave a single, long, hard shove and his prong slipped the rest of
the way in. "Ahh, that's got it in you. Feel that big man's prick in you,
boy! You ever felt one that big before?"
     "No, sir!" I said. Well, I had, he wasn't that much bigger than
Lloyd's dad, but I knew he didn't want anything but praise. "God, sir, it's
so fucking huge! Feels good!" I lied like a dog to him.
     "Knew you'd love it when I got it in you." He panted. "Get ready for
the ride, now, boy!"
     I groaned as his cock began to pump in and out of me, feeling my
butthole getting hot and wet, probably bleeding from his rough fuck, and it
at least greased up his cock some, in a sticky way the prick was now able
to slide in and out of me without tearing me any more.
     I took advantage of this to try to earn some points with him, I began
to bump backwards against him as he fucked me, and he grunted, "Yeah,
you're a little fuck pig, all right!" and he suddenly began to buck his
hips hard and fast. In a rapid cadence called off by his gutteral grunts of
animal satisfaction that fell off his lips like so many overripe maggots,
he was rabbit-fucking me, the rough bark of the tree nearly cutting my
tender shoulder skin, and I groaned my pain, trying to make it sound like
pleasure, seeking out the desire I'd had for this man all along, where the
fuck was it, why wasn't I turned on any more?
     "Gah!" T-Bone said after a time. He yanked me bodily from the tree, my
fingernails rasping bits of bark from it as I was pulled away and he said,
"Down on the ground boy, maybe I can fuck you better there."
     Groaning from the pain with every movement of my buttocks, I did as he
asked, and on my back, I lifted my legs up to his waiting hands, gave
myself to him, and he took me not as a gift, but as his right and
privilege. I looked up into his eyes, into that face, and there was no
tenderness in it at all. I was a piece of meat to him, he fucked me because
he felt like it and if Lloyd found out and got mad...tough shit!
     He leaned down and rested his hands on the soil on either side, and I
was able to reach up with my hands and touch that body, his bare chest
inside the leather jacket for he wore no T-shirt beneath, and the touch of
that skin, the soft, supple feel of it, heavy with sweat and unwashed
effluvia, still...I touched that piece of me that was attracted to him.
     "Oh, God, sir!" I groaned and my cock rose up. It touched his stomach
and he gave a grin like a forty-four shell coming at you ready to blow you
up, and he said, "Yeah, you're getting into this. I like it when the kid
begs me to fuck him. Come on, kid, beg me to fuck you."
     "Fuck me, T-Bone, fuck me!" I groaned. "Come on, shove it in me, I can
take you now, give it to me, really give it to me!"
     "You got it, you little shithead!" He grumbled and resting all of his
weight onto my back bent almost double, he fucked at me again. His cock
was...so hot! It was...so big! It was...so good! "Oh, God, yes!" I groaned,
and found my climax hitting me all of a sudden. "Oh, shit, I'm coming, I'm
coming!" I gasped out.
     "Don't you shoot that shit on me, kid!" He warned me. "Point that
sucker down at you." And he grabbed my cock with one hand and he pointed
the cockhead right at my face as my orgasm clawed my skull with a fiery
rake and my cock squirted and it got me right in the eyes!
     T-Bone laughed as I jetted my wad, coating my face with my own
jizz. "That's the way, kid, shoot it on yourself. Ha, ha, ha! God, you
should see yourself, kid, you should see yourself!"
     He was too busy laughing at me to fuck me right then, so he was still
atop me, his cock buried in me, while I finished my ejaculation, gasping
and sputtering from the sperm that had dribbled into my mouth, trying to
either spit it out or swallow it, both at the same time, mostly because I
had to breathe, I needed air, then when I was done, exhausted, sweat
declaring itself as a cold moisture all over my body, T-Bone began to fuck
at me again.
     God, his cock was so hard, it was so damned hard! Maybe it was the
climax I'd just had, but his cock began to hurt again as it plunged in and
out of me! "Uh, uh, ahh!" I cried out.
     "Take it, punk, take my cock!" T-Bone growled. "I'm getting close,
going to fill your butt with my jizz, you damned brat, shut up and take it,
punk, take it!"
     I quieted as well as I could, and T-Bone's face was snarled up in a
grimace, and it wasn't a kind look at all, there was none of the tenderness
he'd shown Lloyd, and that was why this fuck was so painful to me,
realizing this, I knew my only choice was to endure, and I looked up at his
ruggedly handsome face, feeling nothing, just being the piece of meat he
fucked and he took his damned sweet time about it, too, he fucked me for
another five or ten minutes before finally his face colored with a
near-blush, darkening purplish, his grunts of pleasure took on an added
volume and tone, and then I felt it, like from a distance, his salty jism
spraying into my butt. "Uh, uh, God, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, huhnk-huh, guh!"
he snarled out as his climax seized him and he enjoyed it in a private,
non-sharing kind of way, no tenderness communicated through his body into
mine, he got his pleasure, and then he was tugging his dong out of my butt
and getting up.
     "Come on, kid, I got to get you back home before that bitch dog mother
of yours wonders where you are." he said, turning his back on me.
     He got on the motorcycle while I was still getting my shorts up and as
I got onto the back of his motorcycle, he took off, and I still don't know
to this day if he knew I was on the cycle or if he'd decided to take off
and I was just lucky enough to be on it in time. I grabbed onto his jacket
and I held on while he got over that mound of earth and we landed with bump
and pitch that sent me reeling about for a time, and then he was back on
the dirt road and we were moving smoothly.
     I held onto him, still feeling his body, still smelling that
aroma...and the desire was gone. Now that I'd had T-Bone, I didn't want him
any more. Whatever he and Lloyd had, there wasn't anything there I could
tap into. T-Bone had fucked me and well might do so again if he had the
chance, but he didn't feel anything for me like he did for Lloyd. He had
fucked me because he could...and because he needed an extra hand for the
robbery tonight.
     We got to the trailer park and he pulled in front of Trailer
"A". "Come on in and I'll introduce you to Willy and his old lady." T-Bone
said as he stopped the motorcycle.
     I followed him in, and the stench of that place hit my
nostrils. Lloyd's house had been messy, this place was downright rank!
     "Hey, Willy!" T-Bone said and a form stirred from the floor, and only
then I realized there was a sort of legless chair there and Willy had been
sitting in it.
     Willy was fifty-ish, pot-bellied, bald-headed (well, not counting a
score of tangled, unkempt strands still clinging up there), and when he
grinned at T-Bone, it was with a mouth full of missing teeth. "Hello!" Then
he looked at me. "This the kid you were telling me about?"
     "This is him. Corey, meet Willy."
     I shook the hand though I hated to. As I'd expected, it was dirty, not
from honest work like my Dad was sometimes, just a hand that hadn't been
washed for a long time. "Pleased to meet you, sir." I said, never meaning
it less in my life before or since.
     "You in for a half-share?" Willy asked me.
     "I guess so." I agreed.
     "Want to make it a full share?" he said slyly.
     "Willy..." T-Bone said.
     "Sure." I said. "Why not?"
     "Good. All you got to do is when you get that safe pushed out to my
pickup and loaded up, go back in and get me an armload of guns out of the
gun counter." Willy said.
     "We won't have time." T-Bone said. "The gun counter has a separate
alarm on it."
     "By the time the police arrive, we'll be long gone." Willy
argued. "Just smash the glass, let it ring and grab up what you can. Do
that, and I'll call you a full partner."
     I looked at T-Bone, he didn't like this, but wasn't going to
argue. "All right, sir, you got a deal." I said. I wasn't going on this
trip anyway, so why not agree?
     "Fine." Willy said. "Let's get Lloyd and go."
     "Now?" I asked.
     "Now." T-Bone agreed.
     "But I thought it was tonight." I argued.
     "I know." T-Bone said. "But someone told me they saw you talking to
the police at the supermarket yesterday."
     "Yeah." I said, realized how that sounded, began to babble out a
whopper of a lie. "I was sitting in my car and he came over and said to get
out and get in his car, he wanted to talk to me. What else could I do, I
did it."
     T-Bone regarded me. "Okay, but just the same, you stay with Willy and
me until we pull the job."
     "All right." I said. Shit, I was in deep and saw no way to get out of
it.
     So I stuck with them. I would have cut and run if I'd had the chance,
but I didn't. I was with them at that stinking hole of a place until Lloyd
came over, he looked at me angrily but kept totally silent in T-Bone's
presence.
     Then we went, all four of us crammed into the cab of the pickup, Lloyd
sitting on T-Bone's lap in the passenger seat, me shoved nearly under
Willy's horribly rank armpit, and we stopped and got some fast-food fried
chicken. I ate it like that, all cramped up and uncomfortable, the chicken
tasting nasty, like Willy's armpit smelled. Then we went to a liquor store
and they got beers and then we went out and parked in an alley somewhere in
town, waiting for well after dark. Hours in that crowded, uncomfortable,
stinking pickup cab. Lloyd acted like it was a party, talking a storm to
T-Bone and ignoring my few sallies of conversation towards him. T-Bone
talked to me some, and Willy tried to talk a lot to me, but I ignored him
as well as I could. A long, long, horrible experience.
     Finally, T-Bone said, "Come on, let's go!"
     And the pickup roared through the dark streets and to the hardware
store, now a black couple of squares of windows. T-Bone was an expert, I
have to admit, he was the one who had a glass cutter that cut the glass of
the window without setting off the alarm, and then he reached in and opened
the door from the inside through the hole. Inside, with the light of a
flashlight wielded by Lloyd, we got the safe down the aisle as easy as
pie. It was on well-greased rollers, and it just wheeled nearly as easy as
a shopping cart would have. Getting it up onto the pickup bed was hard, but
we managed it and Willy said, "Okay, go get the guns now."
     Lloyd and I did as ordered, while T-Bone and Willy waited outside.
     Lloyd smashed the glass case with the flashlight and that's when the
sirens went off. Loud as a bastard, but not so loud that I didn't
hear. "The pickup!" I said.
     I ran out and saw that T-Bone was being left behind, too, he had a gun
and he was firing at Willy's pickup, leaving with the safe, with all that
money, while we were left on foot and fodder for the police to pick up. The
cars were coming in fast and hard, too, one from each direction. Nowhere to
run, not even an alley on this side of the block, just a long unbroken line
of storefronts.
     "We were set up!" I screamed.
     "That bastard!" T-Bone snarled. "I'll get him, by God, I'll get him if
it's the last thing I do."
     "Police." came the speaker-enhanced voice. "Put your hands on top of
your head."
     I did as I was ordered, and I heard a sound like firecrackers. I
realized that T-Bone was firing his gun at the police, and I screamed and I
fell to the pavement as fast as I could, hands over my head, while bullets
flew overhead, not many, but God, you don't need many to scare the living
crap out of you! One is enough to do that!
     All I could think was, I had screwed up. I had totally screwed up!

                       END OF CHAPTER SEVEN
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