Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2006 17:04:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Trailer Trio

Trailer Trio
  By Billy Jay Dee

  I scraped the dirt off my boots one last time as I knocked, waited for
the "Come on in!" and then entered the darkened trailer from the
uninsulated mud room. Drew stood maybe ten feet way from the door in a
faded light blue tee-shirt with blue trim and worn, cheap jeans.

  For just a moment his blue eyes sunk back in the sockets of his weathered
face, dark with worry.  But the wide grin seemed confident of the surprise
he planned for me.  "How's it hanging, Budrow?"

  Before, I could answer the joke, a long wet tongue snaked down my throat,
his lips locked down on mine, his wet and wild kiss rained on me.  His long
bony, hairy arms wrapped around my shoulders, his ribs poking against my
chest, as always his forest of strawberry-blonde chest hair cushioned his
on rush.

  And that slab of meat in his worn Wal-Mart specials poked against my
crotch.  It had been a long time since my old friend and I screwed around
on my living room couch after Saturday morning coffee.  And we weren't
going to, today either, he'd warned me.

  We broke for air.  His eyes were afire.  His large rough right hand
grabbed my ass and started drilling through the denim for my asshole.

   "Ready to get fucked?"

  He could never admit we'd been fucking one another.  His thick
sun-bleached eyebrows danced in excitement, shaking his shaggy almost
orange hair.  His dirty, scarred finger tips with their gnawed off nails
began unbuttoning my shirt.

  "Somebody anxious?" I asked, my palm stroking the hard ridge of fabric in
his pants.

  "Oh.  It's not for me, Bud."  His grin turning into a secret little
smile.

  "Ah, you want me naked when the mystery man arrives?"

  My flannel shirt flittered floorward.  Drew folded his long skinny legs
and knelt before me, fumbling hurriedly with my belt.  He clawed my
trousers open, slurped up my little six incher, grabbed handfuls of my
"tightie whites" and denim, and yanked everything down to my socks.

  I quit asking questions.  I had been so long and even back then Drew
rarely licked the lizard.  My head felt light.  My spine arched back.  A
sigh escaped.  I grasped his bony shoulders to keep from falling.  My dick
started twitching.  Drew rolled it and his thick tongue around the inside
of his hot wet mouth; two pairs of wet shorts tumbling in the dryer at the
laundromat.
   He pulled the pants away from my feet, his mouth still suctioned to my
crotch.  He looked up, his eyes glassed with pleasure, his freckles danced
upon the blush red field of his high cheeks. His copper mustache slid in
and out of the forest of my brown pubes.  "Ike at, mudroo?" he garbled
around my twitching dick. His chapped lips hummed.  Oh yeah, I liked that.

  His right hand knew its way around my ass. His middle finger tore its way
in my asshole.  I gasped.  I arched my knees and he began widening the
entrance. I held onto the back of his hairy neck.  My dick stood half-erect
and Drew's face bounced back and forth on my middle-aged belly.

  "Awwwwww," I moaned when his finger made it about half way up my ass and
I could smell the butt juices starting to flow.  We'd trained my ass up
well in that intermittent fling of a few months back.

  He shook his bearded jaw back and forth now, holding my erection by the
purpled head and letting his tongue drag back and forth. His finger made it
all the way in.  I was panting.

  "Ready for some fucking?" he asked again.  His finger popped out of my
hole. He yarded himself up and caught me with his left arm as I started to
collapse.  His left arm herded me towards the back of the trailer.

  "Is he here already?" I hoped.

  "Bud, he's a really nice guy."  My foggy, horned-up brain didn't have
time to register "uh-oh".  "He just don't look like a nice guy.  Give `im a
chance, okay?"

  We were half way down the dusty carpeted hall.  Drew's massive left hand
wedged firmly in the small of my back and his right hand curled around my
right shoulder.

  Now, let me tell you about me and Drew.  We are about as tall as a summer
day in Alaska is long.  Both as fair as the snow.  Shoot, my red-headed
buddy, Drew, would be an albino if he wasn't so hairy.  I'm looking down
the hall towards Drew's bedroom.  I'm seeing a short dark man lying in his
bed.  Maybe Hispanic, muscular, stroking his thick cock as he stared up at
the ceiling, wide shoulders, and a curly black beard.  Did I mention
muscles and thick cock?

  "Gomez," he calls guiding my naked body, my raging hard-on bouncing with
our long strides to the foot of the bed, my knees shaking just a little.
Drew's hand on my shoulder felt good. "Let me introduce my best buddy..."

  "Budrow!" Gomez shouted with surprise.

  Gomez teaches boxing and carries an undeserved reputation for a bad
temper. He rented a room from my best friend when his relationship with his
girlfriend went south and the cops mistakenly showed up.  His nose has
obviously broken several times, from barroom brawls people say.  Either his
head is too short or his face too wide. We are talking mono-brow thicker
than most guys' mustaches.  His brown eyes are so dark, they look black and
lifeless.  His beard is scruffy and patchy; torn.  His short forehead
creased with wrinkles.  His features expressionless.  His lips habitually
looked in a grimace.  His jaw firmly locked.  Scary.  And then he smiles,
he's just plain ugly.

  "You two know one another?" Drew asks, delight raising the volume on his
previously worried voice.  His hand began to slide down my back.

  "Gomez rented a room from Andy for a while." Our eyes locked. "I hear he
can fuck for an hour straight." The walls in Andy's house are very thin.

  "And I hear you'd like to get fucked for an hour straight." His sledge
like hands on his muscular brown hairy arms held up by his impossible wide
muscled shoulders reached for me.  His hard chest rose up after his thick
fingered hands. His fat brown eight incher popped from the sheets wadded at
his narrow waist, waving a string of glistening love juice that ran from
the head of his perfect cock to his firm fuzzy belly.

  Drew's hand continued to slide down my back and found its way to the
crack between my ass cheeks.

  "I'll leave you two fellers alone."  He shoved me onto Bob.  My lips fell
on his, as my trembling body fell into his arms and my eyes shut. His lips
played discreetly, carefully across mine, as though fearing to scare me
off.  His beard made sure to not scrape my smooth chin and blushing
cheeks. He gently pulled me down atop his thighs.  His whole frame shook
with hesitation, anticipation and restraint.

  "Drew, said nothing but safe sex.  I've got all the supplies.  I'm
already." I'd guess that brown soldier standing in the hunk's lap felt
definitely ready, by the way he unconsciously dry humped my inner thigh.
"Drew says you like to start on top," he said cheerily, rocking his head
and broad shoulders side to side.

  I pressed an index finger to his lips, to calm his worried words, to
quench the shudders of anticipation.  "It's been a while.  But once I get
settled on that big cock of yours, we can do it anyway you want."

  Gomez's mouth falls open in response, saliva curls at his lower lip, then
slips over bounces down his chest and splatters the top of his cock.  He
never notices.  I run my hand up and down his cock lubricating his rod with
his saliva and pre-cum.  His thick dick stirs in my hand.

  He says, "Mmmm, you miss getting it from a big cock."

  I say, "Yep." I lick his tiny nipples, little boy nubs lost in the black
fur on his chest.

  "My beam is wide, no?  Not as long as Drew's but thick."

  I chuckled aloud at that.  So Drew had finally found someone to bone his
butt, like he used to do mine.  I get Bob to stand up on his knees. You can
almost hear that brown, stiff cock go "Sproing" when it pops out of the
sheet that snagged it.  I grab it and start to lick it from my squatting
position at the foot of the bed. The purple veins stand out in sharp relief
on his fat fudge pole. The glans is the dark purple of most mature Hispanic
cocks.

 He kneels before me and I earnestly slurp up and down his prick while I
rub his legs and play with his tightening ball sack. His leg muscles are so
tight and thick, like he's been working out at the boxing gym all his
life. He moans and his rock-hard pecker twitches in my gripping, pumping
hand, and hungry mouth.

 When I lift off his cock to catch a breath, he says, "How about you lying
face down for a minute and I'll climb atop you with my dick rubbing your
ass crack?  I won't go in, I swear."  He grew very excited -- his cock gets
steel-hard and drips.

 I flopped face down on the bed beside him, grabbing the head of the
mattress to keep the world from spinning.  So, I know this is real.  He
jumps up to his feet and steps behind and over me.  He eased his hard body
onto mine, his cock sliding into the cleft of my narrow ass. It's wet
there.  My hole, kindly widened by Drew our matchmaker, leaked.  Gomez is
oozing sticky pre-cum.  It's getting hot in Drew's room.  Gomez was
perspiring before I got there and now I'm sweating under his hard thrusting
body.
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  By his whimpers and pants I'm guessing it gets to be too much for him.
"My turn.  Climb on top of me, white boy."

  I roll over onto his smaller frame, and shake my hips around until my
semi-hard semen-hose settles into his furry crack.  I lift torso so I can
watch the pink head of my cock poke out of his crack into the grove of
black hair in the small of the broad plain of his back.

   "Yeah, that feels good."  I got enough in my body I can lean down and
stick my tongue in his little brown ear.

  "Oh, God, Budrow.  You're killing me.  You can plow my ass anytime you
want when we're done."  Oh yeah.  "You ready for some fucking?" he asks
using Drew's words.

  I scoot back on my haunches.  He flips over on his back-side and pulls a
handful of supplies from the nightstand.  As he squirts KY on the head of
his rod and rolls it around with his thumb, I open the condom.  We roll it
down the shaft.  He squirts on more gel; we both stroke it around.  I take
the little left on my hand and swipe my ass, then scoot up on my knees to
straddle his hips.

  "Yeah, yeah" he mutters as I reach behind me grab his cock from him and
lower my ass onto the head.  I slide the sheaved snake back and forth until
promptly finding the door to our own personal paradise.  I settled on the
head and just waited, not in pain, but shear delight.  It had been many
months since Drew had done the honors.  I love that feel of my sphincter
stretching.  Of my body being taken.  Of release.  Of joy.

  Gomez shook with excitement below me.  Arching his back in anticipation
of the thrust and fighting his cock craving to violate me at the same time.
I relieved him of his dilemma by lowering and raising myself, lowering and
rising myself ever lower until my long hairless balls rested comfortably on
his hard abdomen.

  "Yeah?  Yeah? Now can I?" A moot question, I suppose. He already was.

  Gomez pulled me down to his chest, lifted his hips and began freely
fucking my ass.  I turned to kiss him.  But, he knew no restraint now.  His
thighs rammed my buttock, his cock gave my hole no consideration.  He no
longer acted concerned about my comfort.  His strong arms held my head and
shoulders off to the side and he stared Heavenward in a world of his own.
Or so I thought, until I heard him mutter, "Oh, that's so pretty."

   I looked up.  "Drew has a mirrored ceiling?"

  "You want to watch?" he asked all concerned.

  He yanked out.  I gasped.  He rolled me on my left side.  He grabbed my
right leg with his right hand and guided himself with is natural left hand.
When I recovered, I looked up and saw us both on our sides, "fucking".  We
tried the view when we spooned.  We tried with one of my legs straight up
in the air.  We giggled at my balls and dick bouncing every time he drove
it home.  Gomez pulled me close, ignoring the mirror, fucking fast and
close.  "Anyway I want, no?" he panted into my ear.

   I pulled my sticky hand off my cock and patted him assuredly on the
thigh.  "Yeah, I'm all yours."

  "Doggy style!"  He held tight as I struggled to my hands and knees.  My
brown buddy managed to stay in and keep stroking as I pulled us into
position across the width of the bed.  That's not quite what my top wanted.
He grabbed my hips and swung me 90 degrees so we both faced the foot of the
bed and could peer into the mirror on the wall.  We could also see Drew in
the doorway; shirtless, trousers unbuttoned and rolled down to his thighs,
pushing and pulling that nine-inch slab of white meat our direction.

  "Hey, Drew!" Gomez laughed.  Drew didn't even seem embarrassed.

  "Three holes!" I called.  "No waiting."

  Drew didn't even wait to take off his pants until he planted his cock in
my mouth. Once free of the costume he wore in the world, he rode my face
and fucked my mouth with that big peter, rubbing my lips and cheeks with my
own saliva before sticking it back in.

  "Oh yeah, Drew!"  Gomez called in encouragement.

  Drew never stays long in the saddle.  In a minute, he finished by jacking
off rapidly while I held my mouth close to his cock head as Gomez's firm
grasp on my shoulders would let me. .

  "Do it, Drew, do it!" Gomez chants from the back of my bleachers.

   When Drew starts to leak precum pretty heavily, I take it in my mouth
and squeeze out as much juice as I can. He jacks a bit more and starts
spurting, a shot that almost goes up my nose.

  "Yeah, buddy, eat that fuckin' cum!" our active Hispanic audience shouts.

   I suck down the rest of Drew's huge load of manjuice while I jack myself
off, cumming in the wadded up sheets.  Drew collapses back into the room's
sole chair, apologizing to me for the deluge. I collapse on the bed, head
to the mattress, arms useless, Gomez having his way with my post-orgasm
ass.

  "Budrow, you've got a great ass.  I'm going to shoot, okay?"

  My jaw aches, my arms ache, thighs, back.  I'm exhausted and loving it.
"Yeah," I sigh.

  He's banging me furiously, grunting, calling for Drew's attention,
cussing in Spanish. He shudders, let's loose a few times and collapse on
top of me.

  My old friend Drew and I try to smile at one another across the foot of
the tussled bed.  I try to say thanks, him too.  We are so drained; all we
can do is stare. Gomez manages to pry himself off my sticky, stinky butt.
He's kneeling behind me, trying to stand, shaking the perspiration out of
his hair and lethargy out of his mind.

  "That was great, you guys.  I loved doing your ass, Budrow.  I gotta use
the bathroom.  When I get back, I'll fuck you, Drew!"

  We didn't burst out laughing until we heard our handsome friend close the
bathroom door.