Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2018 19:09:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Trailer Park Trash, Chapter 8 (Conclusion)

                        TRAILER PARK TRASH
         Chapter Eight, Conclusion: I Move to Trailer "B"
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I stood before the judge at two o'clock the next afternoon, a
prune-faced white-haired man who looked like he enjoyed sending young men
to jail. I looked over at the prosecuting attorney and then at my own
attorney, a young man less than ten years older than me. Then, for
reassurance, I looked back at the front row of the benches, four figures
there. My dad, then my mother, then Madeline. And behind them, across the
aisle and threes row further back, Gavin, in his policeman's uniform.
     I'll tell you now stuff I didn't learn until some time later. T-Bone's
gunfire had caused him to be shot three times, from two directions. Lloyd
had been foolish enough to grab for one of the guns we had stolen, and
dropped when we saw our escape driving away, and he'd been shot, too. Both
had been hit in their body, both were still in the hospital and were likely
to stay there a while. T-Bone stood a chance of never walking again without
a limp, but Lloyd would live with no worse than a scar after his body
healed. My act of falling flat, while only craven fear in fact, was what
had saved me from a similar fate.
     The state police had caught Willy before he had crossed the county
line. No chase was required, Willy had forgotten that the safe, while on
wheels, rolled very easily for such a heavy object. He had taken a turn,
the safe had rolled to the back, its weight and bulk had popped the rear
latch and it had fallen out onto the highway. Willy had stopped and was in
the act of trying to get it reloaded single-handed (when the four of us had
nearly broken our backs loading it before!) when the police had
arrived. He'd been too intent on the safe to even notice when they pulled
up.
     Caught by his own greed.
     After some foofooraw, the judge said, "Mr. Sangen?" to the prosecuting
attorney.
     "Your Honor, this young man is charged with armed robbery, but he has
agreed to turn state's evidence against the other robbers and his testimony
will be instrumental in bringing them to justice. He was the only one of
the three who did not resist the police upon their arrival. Also, he has no
prior record, and we have reason to believe that he would not have
participated in this robbery except in a mistaken attempt to assist the
police in capturing a known criminal. In view of these facts and the part
the state played in causing his crime, the state is willing to reduce his
sentence to simple burglary, and give him the minimum sentence of five
years, with no time served."
     "Mr. Bennett, do you concur?" to my attorney.
     "Yes, Your Honor."
     The judge clapped the gavel. "Young man, if you plead guilty to
burglary as a first offense, this means five years' probation, which is
contingent upon full cooperation with the district attorney's office. If
you don't cooperate, that gets turned right into jail time." He pointed the
gavel head at me like a pointer. "But tell me, who did you think you were,
the Lone Ranger?"
     "No, sir." I said. I'd been warned to keep my answers as short as
possible, also that this judge tended to lecture people at these sort of
hearings.
     "Out to bust the bad guys all by yourself?"
     "No, sir."
     "Well, I'm going to keep an eye out for your file. You so much as blow
a stop sign before your probation is up and I'll have you in Carstairs
Penitentiary before you can blink three times. Do you understand me?"
     "Yes, sir."
     "Where's he going to live while he's on probation?"
     "Sir, his parents are recently divorced, but both parents are present
and both are willing to take care of him." my attorney said.
     "Hmm....Where was he living when he got in all this trouble?" the
judge asked.
     "With his mother."
     "Then she isn't able to control him." the judge said petulantly and
clapped his gavel on his desk sharply. "Guilty of burglary, five year
sentence reduced to five years' probation, remanded to the custody of his
father. Mr. McCullen, you keep a tight rein on this boy. He's of age, put
him to work. You're in construction, I know, you did some work on my house
last year."
     "Yes, Your Honor." my father said humbly.
     "So teach this boy a trade. If you can't control him, the state
can. Next case!" he hit the gavel, and the usual collection of drunk
drivers began their parade.
     It took another couple of hours punctuated by nonsense from Mom, but
finally, I was back at the trailer park, and loading my stuff in boxes,
taking them out of Trailer "E" and into Trailer "B." If you'd gone by Mom's
wailing reactions, I was moving to Siberia forever. Sometimes I wonder just
how sane she is.
     Gavin came up as I was carrying the last few boxes. "Give me some of
them." he offered and I gratefully surrendered the top two boxes to be
tucked one under each massive arm of his. They weren't very large, but they
were heavy when put all together.
     "What are you doing home?" I asked him.
     "I pulled a double shift." he explained. "Now I go on days for a
while."
     "Oh." I smiled at him. "I was counting on slipping over to your house
for some afternoon delight."
     "You're going to get a job, remember?" he cocked an eyebrow at me.
     "Oh...right." I said. "Well, I'll have to see if Dad's boss will take
me on."
     "He will." Gavin predicted. "He served some time in the pen himself
when he was younger. Give a youngster a chance to avoid that fate? Course,
you may find yourself digging ditches."
     "I'll do it." I promised. "I've had enough excitement to last me for a
long, long time."
     "That's good." He said and I think if his hands hadn't both been
occupied, he would have rumpled my hair. Or hugged me. As it was, we just
walked into Trailer "B" and Gavin said, "Where do you want this?"
     "In the bedroom." I said and he led the way in.
     Dad was in there putting away the last of my clothes, bent way over to
shuffle things in the bottom dresser drawer. I walked in behind Gavin and
saw him standing there, staring at my father's well-formed ass.
     "You can just put them on the bed, Gavin." I said, and Dad looked
around, and stood up.
     "Dad, this is Gavin, the neighbor in Trailer "D." I said. "He's also
the police officer I told you about. Gavin, this is my father, Jack
McCullen."
     "I'm pleased to meet you, Gavin." Dad shook Gavin's hand, and I looked
at the two of them and you could cut the sexual attraction with a knife,
the handsome policeman with his highly exercised and formed body, and Dad
with his more earthy build formed by hard labor but looking damned good in
his yellow t-shirt.
     When they didn't let go of their hands after shaking, I grinned and
said, "You should know something else about Gavin, Dad."
     "What's that, son?"
     I walked up behind Gavin and I ran my arms around him, one up to those
massive, muscled breasts and the other down to his ample basket. "He's got
some moves in bed you have got to experience for yourself." I caught the
small white belt he had there on those tan shorts and I gave it a tug and
it obligingly unfastened for me.
     "Corey!" Dad said, a little surprised, but I just grinned wider and
ran my hand into Gavin's shorts and caught hold of his cock, which was
running full and rich down one leg.
     "Just as I suspected." I teased Gavin. "You're getting it up for my
dad, aren't you?"
     Gavin didn't flinch from this, just said, "I thought you were going to
stay out of trouble, boy."
     "Well...when I break the law, just let me know." I said.
     "I'll do that." Gavin said huskily.
     Dad moved in and kissed those smooth lips of Gavin and I chuckled
softly. "That's the way, Dad, let's make a McCullen sandwich out of this
cop meat we got here."
     But Dad was too busy kissing this big hunk we'd trapped between us to
answer. I kissed Gavin's ear and he threw his head back as Dad lifted up
his tanktop and planted his lips on those big tits perched on Gavin's pecs
like a couple of chocolate candies. I ground my crotch against Gavin's taut
little buttocks and wondered if I could manage to fuck this wonderful ass
out of this.
     I reached down and wormed those shorts off of Gavin while Dad ran his
lips down Gavin's distended rib cage and into that tight concavity of his
stomach and on down to capture Gavin's cock in his hand and guide it into
his mouth.
     Gavin moaned throatily and I snaked down my own shorts while Gavin was
caught up in the passion of the moment. Maybe if I could do it in
stages....
     I pressed my cock down and got it between Gavin's legs and pressed it
between those thick thighs. A clench of his hips and Gavin had my cock
locked between his legs, and I moved my hips back and forth gently, fucking
between his legs, feeling the warm sensations running up my cockshaft and
into my stomach cavity, so that my whole groin area became filled with rich
pleasure that pooled and grew, spreading out over my body.
     Then I felt hot moisture grasp my cockhead. Dad had caught hold of my
dick and was sucking the cockhead, all that reached past these ripped
thighs of Gavin's.
     "Guh, gah!" I groaned. I was fucking Gavin while being sucked by Dad
at the same time.
      "Oh, yeah, suck my cock, Dad, suck it!"
     But Dad left my cockhead and began to work on Gavin's again and I
hunched at Gavin's thighs desperately, wanting that pleasure back again. I
wondered if I dared use the spit Dad had left on my cockhead as a way of
beginning to push my cock into Gavin's ass? Worth a try.
     I lifted my cock out with my hips and aimed it higher, pressing into
the crevice of Gavin's buttocks.
     "What the hell?" Gavin said. "Did I say you could fuck me, kid?"
     I was taken aback by his sharp tone. "Well, no, but...a McCullen
sandwich...." I explained lamely.
     "With you the top slice? I don't think so." Gavin said. "You got to
earn my respect before you can fuck my butt."
     "Oh." I said. "Well, I'm sorry, sir." I said contritely. I didn't want
to break up this little three-way we had going, I was ready to apologize to
keep him here.
     "What do you say, Jack?" Gavin said. "Shall we teach your boy a thing
or two about respecting his elders?"
     Dad let go of Gavin's cock with an audible slurp. "I think we'd better
before he gets into more trouble."
     The area between the wall and the foot of the bed was narrow, we three
had been in a row in that narrow space. Gavin turned around and, skimming
my t-shirt off of me and my shorts already fallen to my ankles, he simply
pushed me sideways onto the bed. Dad was quick to pitch in, he yanked off
my shorts and Gavin caught my sneakers one in each big paw and tugged them
off both at once.
     Then one stud to each sock and I was bare as the day I was born. Dad
and Gavin were a study in contrasts, Gavin's own tanktop had been taken off
some time in the last few minutes (I think Dad took it off while I was
busily worming my cock between Gavin's thighs the first time, I hadn't
noticed in the general atmosphere of rut we were in) so he was effectively
nude (his shorts only a line at mid-thigh and the rest invisible below the
plane of the bed's surface) and Dad was still fully clothed, only his cock
was poking out from his opened fly.
     "What do you think we should do with him?" Dad said.
     "Best if we each take an end." Gavin judged. "You have any
preferences?"
     "Not really, long as I get off." Dad said with a tone of brag about
it.
     "Your boy gives some good head." Gavin said. "I think I'll start with
that end. We can change off later."
     "Works for me." Dad agreed.
     Gavin stepped around to the side of the bed and by worming my body
over, I was ready to greet that ponderous pud when it waggled at me. Dad
already had it lubed up, and I felt Gavin take advantage of that, he just
sort of shoved it into me and kept on shoving, but with that much
pre-lubrication, I had no trouble taking it. He got the entire length into
me the first try.
     I was busy handling that huge prong, and then I felt Dad's cock lay
itself on top of mine and I reached down and clasped them together, one
hand holding them tight against each other, and I began to pump them like
that.
     "Gah, yeah, Son, yeah, suck that cock." my Dad urged. Then he leaned
over and began to lap at Gavin's balls, his face pressing and somewhat
moving mine aside and so I released Gavin's prick and both Dad and I began
to run our tongues back and forth along the shaft. Gavin liked this, he
groaned and his cock sort of exuded a strong musky odor that filled my
nostrils, and I took his cockhead back into my mouth and began to cram it
back down my throat.
     Dad raised up and I heard some hawking sounds and knew he was spitting
on his palm, lubing up his cock. Gavin caught my head in both hands, one on
my scalp and one on my chin, and began to fuck at me like that, so I was
able to just kind of go along for the ride that cock was taking as it
plunged into my throat and withdrew, heavy with the mucous of my throat and
pliable and slick.
     Then Dad's cock found my asshole and I groaned anew and threw the
hardest damned erection I'd ever had. This was what I'd been wanting,
everything I'd been aching for these past few days was right here. Love,
affection, passion, guidance, between them, Dad and Gavin supplied
everything a young man could possibly want.
     Dad's cock plunged into me and I groaned again, and that quickly, I
was caught in the throes of orgasm, I spewed and sprayed suddenly and
without any warning, I was pelting both my loving studs with my jism,
soaking Dad's t-shirt and spraying my face and Gavin's crotch when he
jerked away from the geyser of jizz.
     I choked and blew around Gavin's cock as I was wrenched by my climax,
and when I was done, still heaving with lungs bellowing, Gavin said,
"That's a good boy. You like it when we both do you at once, don't you?"
     "Mm-hmm!" I said emphatically.
     "Well, now you've got me lubed up, I'm going to get me some ass
action." Gavin went around and behind Dad and pushed him down onto me and I
felt Dad's body tense up and spasm as Gavin's cock slid into his ass. I
looked into Dad's passion-clenched face and I had to kiss that wonderful
man, I reached up for him and I kissed him and that's when Gavin began to
fuck Dad's butt, and the force of his thrusts were hard enough to rock Dad
back and forth, and so I got fucked as well.
     "Now this is my kind of sandwich." Dad gasped out.
     "With the kid on the bottom, where he belongs." Gavin agreed.
     "Yeah!" I chimed in.
     Gavin caught Dad's thighs in his hands and he began to hunch at Dad in
earnest, now, and it was Dad's turn to be totally turned on by the
situation, his face flushed and he panted, groaned, and I watched his face
as he was caught up in passion, driven to its heights, his face flushed,
his lips parted, his breaths became audible, huh-huh-huh-huh-huh, and then
he choked, his face turned bright red, and I felt his jism spurting into my
butt.
     "Oh, yeah, come on, Dad, shoot it in me!" I urged him. "Give it all to
me, all of it! Yeah!"
     Gavin fucked Dad hard until Dad was finished, wrung out by his orgasm,
and then he said, "Now for the final bit of business." And as Dad was
released by Gavin, he sagged and Gavin pushed him forward, and I felt Dad's
cock slip from my ass, limp and sticky and then a hard shaft pushed into me
in its place, Gavin's cock, he began to fuck me with his cock still all
rigid and inflamed from fucking my Dad's butt, and when he pushed it in and
I felt Dad's come kind of gooshing around Gavin's prick and when he began
to work that dong back and forth, I groaned and I felt my renewed erection
pushing against Dad's stomach.
     Dad felt it, too. "Ready to go again, Son?" he asked me.
     "I don't know." I admitted. "God, that feels so goo-oo-ood!"
     Dad lifted off from me and I was sorry to feel that big body of his
go, but he was stripping out of his clothing, letting his jeans fall to the
floor and shucking that jizz-stained t-shirt, used it to wipe off his
cock. Then, nude, his cock surging back to life, he crawled back into bed
and sat on my chest. "Here, Son, work on this a while." he said.
     I was glad to, feeling that stiff prick in my mouth while Gavin's pud
began to fuck me with an urgency I recognized easily enough, I sucked and
nursed it, not trying to bring my Dad off, but just enjoying the feel of
his cock in my mouth, slow, languid movements.
     And Gavin began to moan and gasp, and I felt his cock get hard as a
rock, and I tried to clench my buttocks to tighten his fuck, and he
groaned, and I felt his come surging into me, and I milked his spewing rod
with my butt muscles until he finished with a series of roaring grunts and
fell forward to rest his cheek against Dad's back.
     "God, that was great!" He said when he got his breath back.
     "Mm-mm, ph!" I said around Dad's dick.
     "What's that, Son?" Dad said.
     I took his cock from my mouth long enough to say, "And it's not over
yet. I hope." and went back to his cock.
     I felt a hand clutch my cock, I didn't know if it was Dad's or
Gavin's, and Dad said, "I hope so, too."
     "I know I'm going to be a regular visitor here." Gavin said.
     "I'll be glad a policeman is taking an interest in my boy." Dad
said. "Help me to keep an eye on him. You know how much trouble a young man
can get into, living in a trailer park like this one."
     Yeah, I thought as I sucked on Daddy's dick. But from now on, I was
going to be careful. The only trouble I was going to cause would be the
kind you solve by hopping into bed.
     And as Gavin's lips fastened on my cock, I realized that was going to
be the least of my problems.

                             THE END
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