Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 17:32:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jess Sudhir <jesssudhir@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Trash (Part Two)

White Trash Part II - Friends and Family
by Jess Sudhir

Skip was the only blond in his family.  His brothers and his sister were
all dark-haired and sullen.  There was a reason for that.  His mother's
husband wasn't really his father.  It had been one of the many times when
they had been separated, and his mother had gone to live with her older
sister --who happened to have a very good looking son.  One day she had
walked in on the young teenage boy, naked in his room.

"She said he looked so damn cute with his blond fuzzy hair and his pants
down around his ankles.  He was jerking himself off and calling out her
name while he did it."

She couldn't resist.  She took her nephew's cherry.  Nine months later she
had Skip.

As always, my mouth was hanging open when I heard this story.  I had never
thought of myself as particularly sheltered, but I heard things from Skip I
had never even imagined.  Apparently the stories about hillbilly families
weren't all lies.

"Ma says I look just like him," said Skip proudly.  "That's why I'm her
favorite."

He was certainly the most beautiful one in his family, although you might
call his older brother Delmar darkly handsome (but not to his face!).  He
opened the door one day when I went to go see Skip.  As usual, his eyes
were bloodshot and unfocused.  He was either high, or drunk, or both.  Like
his brother, he never wore a shirt, showing off his scrawny chest, and
wispy brown treasure trail.

"Skip!" he yelled.  "Get your ass up!  Your nigger boyfriend's here."

My face fell.  I knew the n-word was just behind everyone's lips in this
neighborhood, but no-one had yet called me that to my face.  An instant
later Skip was there, pulling me into the house.

"Shut up you fucker," he shouted, punching his brother in the ribs and
adeptly jumping back out of the way.  "Your brother's an asshole," I said,
as Skip drew me into his room.

"I know," he said.  "He fucks goats."

"He does what?" I said.  It wasn't long before I heard another story that
set my ears burning.

It seemed that Skip and Delmar spent part of every summer down on their
grandfather's farm in Tennessee.  He had an old nanny goat he kept for
milk.  One night when Skip was in bed he woke up to hear the goat making a
horrible noise.  "So I got up out of bed," he said, "and snuck down to the
shed, and I heard someone panting and moaning.  So I shown my flashlight,
and there was old Delmar, bare-ass naked, standing behind the goat.  His
skinny ass was pumping in and out, in and out, and his eyes was all rolled
up in his head, and he had the goat grabbed on to the side, and he was
shouting "yeah, just like that, yeah baby, I love it!"

"What was he doing?" I breathed.  Skip was openly hard by that time, and
massaging his dick through his shorts.  "What do you think?  He was fucking
the goat.  I saw his dick going in and out of the old goat's pussy."

"Did you do it too?" I asked boldly.

Skip looked at me.  "Can you keep a secret?" he whispered.

It seemed a strange question to asked after he had told me so many weird
things, but I nodded enthusiasticly.  He seemed oddly hesitant and paranoid
about this secret in particular, however, and he came over to whisper hotly
into my ear.

"I done fucked Delmar once."

"What?!" I shouted.

"Shh!!!  He don't know it.  He got into my dad's whiskey and drunk the
whole bottle and passed out.  I was so horny that night I didn't know what
I was doing.  At first I was just tryin' to get him cleaned up, cause he
pissed on himself.  But when I got his clothes off, it made me horny.  My
dick got all hard and I decided to try it.  So I done got the bottle off
lotion down off the shelf..."

By this time, Skip was so worked up, his hand was all the way down his
pants, thrashing away at his dick.

"I got him all sloppy with the lotion, and pushed my dick right up his
asshole.  Shit, I can almost feel now what it felt like.  It was all tight
and slick and... uh..."

As he spoke, his voice trailed off into moans.  Beads of sweat appeared on
his forehead as his body bucked and jerked.

"Shit," said Skip.  "I done messed another pair of pants."

Sure enough there was a huge blob of cum on his leg that had gone straight
through the fabric.

"Hell with it," said Skip.  "It was worth it."

"Uh, I gotta go," I said.  While Skip was jerking off, I had mentally
recorded every spasm of his hot young body, and I was eager to go home and
play it back for my own jerkoff session.

"Wait a moment," said Skip.  "I wanna ask you somethin'"

I should have left then, but I played along like I thought he was going to
ask me something normal.  "What is it," I said.

"You ever hear of a foot job?"

"A what?"

"It's a...  here, sit back, I'll show you.  Someone sits there like you
are, with his legs open.  And then I take my foot..."

I was sitting on the edge of Skip's bed.  My legs were, in fact, open, and
my hardon was clearly visible.  Skip was sitting on the floor right below
where I was.  As he spoke, he lifted up one bare foot and slid it down my
leg.

"Just lean back," said Skip.  "Relax."

I could actually feel the blood throbbing in my dick as his foot slid
gently up against the hard lump in my pants.  As he began rubbing it up and
down, I heard a low gutteral moan escape my lips.

"Feels good, don't it," said Skip.  After that first time, he had never
tried to put a hand on my dick again (whether to my relief or
disappointment, I don't know). Somehow, however, he had figured out this
way to work around my defenses.  I was powerless to stop him.  The feelings
were just too good.  It felt like a massage, slow and easy, but with the
heat and intensity of sex.

"Why don't you pop your button open," said Skip.  As if I were hypnotised,
I unbuttoned my pants, and tugged the zipper down.  He slipped one big toe
inside my fly.  My dick was hard and pointed straight up, and his toe was
rubbing right against the sensitive ring below the head.  I leaned back on
my elbows and let Skip's talented foot tug my underwear down.

"Do you like it?" said Skip?  "I saw it in a porno."

All I could do was moan.  The gentle back-and-forth motion was building up
a wave of good feelings, centered right below my dickhead, but rushing
throughout my body.

"What the hell is going on in here?"Suddenly the door flew open.  At the
exact same time, my body went tense, and a great jet of cum flew up from my
dick and splattered against my face and chest.  As I looked up, I saw
Delmar standing in the doorway.  Normally, I would have been filled with
panic, and shame, but knowing what I knew about Delmar altered my reaction.

"Oh, why don't you go fuck a goat, Delmar," I said.

Delmar's face turned scarlet with rage and he shot a killer look at his
little brother.

"Fags!" he said, as he spun around and left the room.  All Skip and I could
do was laugh.

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Thanks for reading.  I hate dividing stories up, but this one is too long
for one installment... I think there will probably be three in this series
--featuring some of the most perverse stuff I've ever written about!

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writing for nifty for 3 years, and I specialize in youth and interracial
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