Date: Sat, 23 May 1998 10:34:41 PDT
From: mark - who else <ghostwriter84@hotmail.com>
Subject: Trailer Park Adventures

Here is a story about me.

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Trailer Park Adventures

This story is about some friends that I lost touch with.  It is about 
growing up.


I was 14.  My mom and her boyfriend moved into a trailer park.  Since I
wasn't living with her, I had to travel to visit them.  I stayed with
them for a while during vacation.  

I traveled on a bus.  When I left, I went to the back of the bus cause 
there was more room.  The bus must have filled up, because a guy who I 
would guess was about 20 came back there, too.  I kept my window seat.  
I was looking out the window at the passing scenery.  He started talking 
to me, although I don't remember about what.  As he talked, he put his 
hand on my knee and left it there.  I didn't think anything about it.  
Then, as he talked, he sort of rubbed it up and down above my knee.  It 
felt good so I didn't say anything.  He talked some more, rubbing my leg 
as he talked.  I guessed that this was his way of talking.  Some people 
touch you while you talk, even in my family.  Anyway, his hand started 
getting higher.  Now I was getting nervous.  I didn't know what to do.  
Then I realized that my dick was getting hard and I needed to move it 
around - but I couldn't do that with him sitting there.  I was trying to 
think of a reason to get up - but it I did, I knew that my pants would 
be sticking out.  So I just sat there - but my pants were starting to 
stick up too.  Then it happened.  He lifted his hand and placed it 
between my legs and squeezed my hard dick.  Talk about confusion.  No 
one had ever touched me like this - but I liked it.  "Is this giving you 
problems?" he asked.  "Yeh," I quietly answered, "it's kind of 
uncomfortable."  "Well, here, let me help you."  

As I watched, unsure of what to do, he unbuckled my belt and unzipped my 
pants and pulled my dick and balls out.  It wasn't all the way hard, but 
it was pretty close.  I would guess it was about 3-1/2 of its full 5 
inch size.  It is kind of pink colored and about normal size around I 
guess.  He took his hand and started rubbing my balls and dick, playing 
with the small patch of hair above my dick.  "How's that feel?" he 
asked.  "Good," I stuttered.  I was starting to enjoy this.  "What if 
someone comes back here?" I asked nervously.  "Can you see up front?"  
"Yes."  "All right, you keep a watch and if someone comes, tell me so we 
can cover you up."  "Okay."

I had no sooner answered than he grabbed the base of my dick and pointed 
it upwards.  Then his head went down and he took my dick all the way in 
his mouth.  It tickled or tingled or something like crazy.  My hips 
jumped up toward him like they had a mind of their own.  It was all I 
could do to keep an eye out for others.  We passed a bunch of cars and I 
wondered if they could tell what was going on.  After a while, I didn't 
care.  This felt GOOD.  His mouth pumped up and down on my dick.  His 
hand gently rubbed and squeezed my balls.  I was loving this.  He sucked 
me for what seemed like a long while and finally I started cumming.  My 
hips started rocking and pumping in his mouth.  This was my first blow 
job.  I was breathing heavy - and I was in ecstasy.  After he had sucked 
it down and it got soft, he took a handkerchief and wiped me dry and put 
my dick and balls back in my underwear and closed my pants.  Then he sat 
back and relaxed.  I did too.  "Did you like that?"  "Yes," I confessed.  
"Well, maybe we'll do something else later."   Shortly, we pulled into 
the next stop and the bus filled up.  They even had to turn people away.  
A little while after the bus pulled out, I felt his hand on my crotch 
again.  I was nervous about all the people and said so.  He had me give 
him the window seat and I moved to the aisle.  He had me turn on my 
side, my back to him, like I was sleeping.  He put a coat over me like 
he was keeping me warm.  Actually, he was.  His hand was rubbing my 
crotch, my dick hard once again.  He started to undress me but I 
wouldn't let him because of all the people.  "You don't know what you're 
gonna miss."  But I wouldn't let him (later, I wished that I had let him 
because I got real horny).  He sat there and rubbed my dick.  He rubbed 
my butt some, running a finger up and down my crack through my tight 
pants.  It felt weird, but pretty good, too.  Anyway, I fell asleep.  
When we were pulling into the bus station where I had to get off, he 
told me to follow him to the bathroom.  I was feeling pretty hot and 
horny, so I said okay.  However, when I got off the bus, my mom was 
there and I had to go with her.  I wonder what he had in mind.  I guess 
I'll never know.

Mom and her boyfriend worked, so I had a lot of time alone.  I liked to 
walk around and explore the woods and the warehouses nearby.  It was 
there that I met 4 brothers, Harold, Danny (Bubba), Jimmy, and Larry 
Jones, (close, but not their actual names).   Harold was 16 and about my 
size.  He had brown hair and only a slight hint of a build - a country 
boy.  His brother, Bubba, was about 13 and had light brown hair and was 
slender but had better defined muscles.  Jimmy was about 11 and looked 
it.  He had dark brown, almost black hair.  Larry was about 8 or 9 and 
had blonde hair and blue eyes.  He was a slender, but with a little 
boy's stomach.  I think that Larry and Bubba were probably the best 
looking ones there.  

I first met Larry when I was out exploring some warehouses.  He was out 
exploring, too, and tagged along with me.  We ended up checking out a 
large drainage canal.  We were playing around and, when I picked him, I 
had my hand on his crotch and I could feel his little dick.  It got hard 
while I was feeling it.  He pretended to try to pick me up and I notice 
that he was feeling me up, too.  We talked a little bit and he let me 
look at his dick.  We wrestled a little and I pinned him against the 
side of the canal.  One thing led to another and he let me dry hump him 
through his pants.  I looked around and it was too easy to see us, so we 
went up behind a nearby warehouse.  We looked around the crates stacked 
there, but it was still too open.  Then I spotted an open boxcar and we 
went in.  He told me that he would do anything for cigarettes, but I 
told him he was too young to smoke.  He pulled down his pants so I could 
suck him some.  He had a cute little boner, about 1-1/2 inches hard.  
His dick, balls, and all of his skin were smooth, pale white and free of 
hair.  He was beautiful to look at.  This was the first time I had ever 
sucked any guy's dick.  I had thought about it, but this was the first 
time that I ever did it.  I was able to take all of his dick and balls 
in my mouth.  He seemed casual about all this, so I asked him if he had 
done this before.  He told me that he and his brothers did stuff all the 
time.  I decided that I ought to meet his brothers some more and find 
out what was going on.  I sucked him until he had had enough.  He turned 
around and, since we tried his hole and it was too small for me, he let 
me slide my dick up and down between his butt cheeks.  Then he sucked me 
some until we had to leave.

Next, I met Harold.  We went exploring and up to a nearby truck stop 
diner for some junk food.  When we got back, I asked if he could stay 
over and was given permission.  We had to share a small double bed.  
While laying there, we talked about stuff.  Out of the blue, he asked if 
I wanted to do something.  We talked about it.  He asked me if I wanted 
to suck him or let him go up in my butt.  I had never let anybody up my 
butt before (although I thought about it a lot), so I ended up giving 
him a BJ.  His dick was bigger than mine, about 7" long and thick 
around.  His balls and hairs had a musky smell that I decided I liked.  
It took some work, but soon I had the whole thing in my mouth and 
throat.  He pumped my mouth and tongue as I went up and down his shaft.  
I felt him tense up and he came in my mouth.  This was the first time 
anyone ever came in my mouth.  I liked the taste and eagerly swallowed 
his hot cum.  We wiped him dry and it was my turn.

Then he asked me what I wanted, suck or butt.  I decided to try his ass.  
I had thought about this before, but had never had the opportunity and I 
was curious.  He took off his pants and lay face down on the bed and 
held his butt cheeks open for me.  He had apparently done this before.  
I pulled my pants down and climbed on.  I found his hole and started 
pushing my rock hard 5" in.  It was rough and tight and I had trouble.  
I told him about it and so he went into the bathroom and did something.  
When he came back, it was smooth and easier.  It felt warm and tight as 
I pushed in.  In fact, I came too quickly.  I was enjoying it and I 
didn't want it to end that fast.  My softening dick slid out of his ass 
despite my attempts to push it back in.  Afterwards, we cleaned up and 
went to sleep.  He came and visited me many times after that, especially 
if no one else was home, although I never let him in my butt (although I 
wish now that I had).

One day, his brother Danny came over while I was watching TV by myself.  
While we were watching, we talked.  Finally, he asked me if I wanted to 
do something.  I asked him, like what?  He said, you know sex.  His 
younger brother had told him about us.  I agreed (gladly).  His body was 
hard and his stomach was flat and, except for a little pit hair and a 
small tuft over the top of his dick, his skin was smooth, too.  I rubbed 
his chest and nipples as we sat there.  He had a medium sized dick, 
about 4-1/2" long or so, but not as thick as mine.  (It actually grew 
during the time I was there.)  We took turns sucking each other off.  
His mouth was great and I enjoyed pumping into his face.  When I sucked 
him, it was easy to take the whole thing in my mouth.  When he came, I 
thought how much better his cum tasted than his brother's.  After we 
both came, we cleaned up and got dressed and then he left.  He came by 
from time to time.  One night, after supper, we met up walking around.  
I had found out about Vaseline and knew where to get some.  We agreed 
that we would meet down the street in a little place we had cut into the 
woods.  We had put a piece of plywood in a clearing so we had a floor.  
When we got there, we talked for a couple of minutes.  Finally, one of 
us asked, "So you wanna do something or not?"  We both got undressed.  I 
let him go first since he seemed to know what to do.  I would not let 
him put his dick in my hole, so he greased it and just slid it up and 
down my butt crack until he came.  He said that I could put my dick in 
his hole, though.  I greased my 5" dick up and he greased up his hole.  
It took a lot of effort and pushing.  His hole was tight.  Finally, I 
got it inside.  It was so tight and warm.  I couldn't control myself.  I 
came after a few pumps.  We sat around and talked about stuff 
afterwards.  I was getting ready to leave when he asked if I wanted to 
do it again.  I had to leave, so I reluctantly declined.  I thought 
about it later, and I wished I had stayed and had him again (and let him 
have me).

Jimmy was the quiet brother.  I was exploring the boxcars when he showed 
up.  He knew what was going on.  We talked a little and he asked if I 
wanted to do something.  He pulled his pants down and showed me his 3" 
boner.  He had smooth, hairless pale white skin, too.  I quickly went 
over and sucked him off until he said he had enough.  Then he took my 
whole dick in his mouth.  He pumped the whole thing up and down in his 
mouth and throat.  He sucked me until my knees went weak and I came.  We 
met a few times after that and sucked each other off.

We all hung around each other during my vacation.  We swam in a creek 
near the railroad tracks, went grass sledding off the overpass, explored 
woods, played games and with fireworks, and even got in fights with each 
other.  When we weren't too busy, a couple of us would find time to be 
alone and enjoy ourselves and our bodies.  We had a good time with each 
other and I even thought of moving in with mom.

Then, all to soon, it was time for me to leave.  I tried to get back 
but, after I left, I heard that they had moved and no one knew where.  
All I have is the memories.  Needless to say, I didn't move down there.  
I still think of them - and I miss them.


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