Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2009 17:58:51 -0700
From: Richard Barber <eyeMrich1@cox.net>
Subject: Story Trailer Trash Mike, Part 04

Trailer Trash, Mike, Part 04
Garage Mechanics Visit
Story by Richard Barber


The next morning I was fixing Tommy his breakfast.  We had a nice night
together, even after I told him I might be moving into the College Dorm and
working there for the college students. He seemed concerned, but gave me
some instructions before he left for work.

"Mike.  I left my 1953, Ford Pick Up truck at the garage this week and the
mechanic, Peter, will be dropping the truck by the house.  Tell him to come
in to pick up his check for the expenses. Offer him some coffee and be nice
to him.  His Nephew will be by later to pick him up and take him back to
the garage. I've know Peter for several years and he has done work on my
cars and hog off and on.  He's a good guy and great mechanic. He'll give
you the keys and some paper work on the Ford."

"I've gotta go to work now.  I'll call ya later, babe. Have a good
day...and thanks for a great night."

Tommy headed out the door to leave me to clean the house before I went to
Rob's Truck Stop to do my morning work and tell the manager/owner, Rob, I
have another job at the College. I will continue working there this next
week until he can find a replacement.  Rob has been a good employer and a
good sex partner.  He has been very faithful to fuck me or let me give him
a blow job everyday since I started working there.  He's married but said
it's been ages since they had sex. He's gonna miss my ass.

I had just finished my shower, dressed and waited for Peter to deliver
Tommy's truck.  I set down at the computer to check on my e-mail when I
heard the truck pull into the car port.  The door bell rang and I went to
answer it.

"Hello.  Are you Mike?  I'm Peter the garage mechanic. I'm dropping off
Tommy's truck.  I have to call my nephew to pick me up.  Can I use the
phone?"

"Sure Peter.  The phone's on the wall in the kitchen." I pointed to the
phone and took a quick look at Peter.  He was a rugged looking man about
35, light brown hair and a short brown beard.  He was wearing a baggy
garage uniform so it was difficult to check out his body. I could only tell
he had a nice form and deep voice. He moved quickly to the phone and made
his call.

"Damn that boy.  He's never around when I need him.  He drives the tow
truck at the shop and is on the other side of town making a pick-up.  It'll
be a while before he gets here.  Do you mind if I wait here?"

"Not at all Peter.  Would you like some coffee or something to drink?"

"Great.  I missed my coffee this morning.  Black would be fine."

I motioned for Peter to take a seat at the kitchen counter while I got his
some coffee.

"Tom told me you were living here with him.  He's a cool dude. Huh? He's
always looking for something to fuck.  He's such a pussy hound. Has he ever
gotten you into a three way yet?  He's fucked my girlfriend a couple times
while I watch."

"Yeah!  I walked in on him one time when he was getting a blow job. He
tried to get me to join them but I'm not much into girls. He jacked me off
while I watch.  It was hot.  I came all over his chest and he made his girl
lick my cum off his chest."

"Your brother is kinky at times.  You wouldn't' believe some of the things
he's done.  He also told me you gave his good head and let him fuck your
ass. That sounds hot to me.  Would you like to get fucked right now before
my nephew shows up.  This sex talk has made me horny."

 He said as he suddenly stood, unzipped his coveralls, and let them drop to
his ankles.  He wore no underclothes . I was surprised but pleased to see
his firm hairy body, tattoos on his muscular arms, one on his left shoulder
and back. He grabbed his big semi-hard uncut dick and shook it at me.

"Come around here fag, and suck on a man's hot cock.  Your kinky brother
told me you are a `cock hound' and a `cum freak'.  I shoot a big fucken
load so I'm sure you'll like my load."

I walked around the counter and dropped to my knees to take his cock in my
mouth.  He was uncut and the foreskin was slowly pulling back over his cock
head.  His body was covered with hair.  I loved a hairy man.  He kicked off
his shoes as I pulled the coveralls over his boots. He had an oily garage
mechanic smell.  He roughly grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth
down over his hardening cock. I ran my hands up and down his hair chest.

"That's it, `fag boy'.  Suck a real man's cock.  Lick that juicy cock.  Oh
yeah.  You're fucking brother was right.  You love cock.  Suck my balls,
cocksucker.  Lick em good.  Umm Huh.  Feels good, `fag boy'.  You like the
taste of my cock?  That's pussy juice you're cleaning from my cock.  I
fucked one of the bookkeepers at the garage this morning.  Taste good, does
it? Suck it cocksucker.  Lick all that pussy juice off before I give you
some man juices. Oh shit.  This is good."

I continued to clean his tasty cock.  It wasn't the first time I'd tasted a
man cock after he'd fucked pussy.  Tommy would often come home after a date
and have me suck his cock, and clean the pussy juices off his big cock. I
know it turned him on making me do his bidding.

 Peter moaned in appreciation as I continued to clean and suck on his eight
inch uncut cock.  The hood was now pulling back from the cock head and was
ready to fuck me.

"Stand up fag.  Strip off those shorts.  I'm gonna fuck your punk ass.
Turn around fagot.  Show me your `boy pussy'.  Show me.  Oh yeah.  That
looks nice." He continued to talk to me as I stopped sucking on his cock
stood, dropped my shorts and showed him my boy pussy ass. I leaned over the
back of the nearby couch and spread my buttocks for him.

He spit on his cock, grabbed my buttocks, run his cock up and down my ass
crack until he found the opening of anus.  He eased the head in, then
shoved it into me without mercy.  Gawd he as horny and rough but I liked
it.

 My cock was so hard.  I was glad my asshole was still filled with my
brothers cum in me, otherwise Peter could have injured me.  I groaned and
pushed back on his intruding cock. He continued to talk dirty to me trying
to degrade me as his `fag boy'.  I leaned against the couch as he banged my
ass.

 He slapped my buttocks several time, then moaned a few more times.  His
cock expanded then warm juices stated shooting up my love canal. He rubbed
my prostate and I started to cum without touching myself. I shot my juices
on the floor by the couch.

"Fuck boy.  You're a good piece of ass.  If I had only known about you
earlier, I would have been fucking you long ago.  Damn that was good.  Turn
around now and lick off my dick.  You need to taste my cum."

He pulled out his cock and started milking down the last of his cum.  I
turned around and started to clean off his wet cock.  He had a sensitive
cock, but I was gentle and careful.  He stayed hard then he took the back
of my head and started face fucking me again.  He wanted to shoot his next
load in his newly discovered fag's mouth.

 I continued to suck him until he gave me another load.  His cum tasted
good.  I drained him and cleaned off his spent cock.  He set down at the
counter and sipped on his coffee while still naked.  I wiped up the cum I
had shot on the floor then walked over to him and rubbed his hairy chest
again.

"You like my hairy chest? Perhaps next time you can give me a tongue bath
and explore my hairy pits, chest, and ass crack.  Would you like that
faggot?"

I shook my head yes. He pulled my face to one of his arm pits.  I inhaled
his musky sweaty garage smell.  I felt my dick getting hard again.  He had
a hot body.

"Next time, `fag boy', Next time.  I better get dressed before my nephews
come by.  I think you have a check for me and I have something for you.
Tom told me to give you these papers and the keys to the truck."

Peter continued to get dressed and handed me the envelope.  Inside was a
nice note from Tommy. He told me the truck had been freshly painted and
repaired and he was giving me the truck as a gift. Included were the Pink
Slip, owner's papers, and the keys. I was pleased but surprised.

"Tommy must have been pleased with your ass.  I can see why too, you are
damn good sex.  I think that is my nephew's tow truck pulling up now."
Peter said as he went to the door.  "Thanks buddy.  Come by the garage
anytime you want some more of my cock."  Then he left.

As I looked out the door to see what his nephew looked like, I saw Peter
talking to him.  Then his nephew headed to my door as Peter got into the
truck.  The nephew came to the door and knocked.  What did he want?

I opened the door. His 19 year old nephew was about to ask me a question.

"Hi.  I'm Aaron, Peter's nephew. Do you think I could use your bathroom?
I've gotta piss in the worst way."

"Come on in Aaron.  The heads right down the hallway.  Follow me."  I said
to this good-looking teenager.  He seemed a little shy about asking me to
use the head, but I think Peter put him up to it. He opened the door,
lifted the toilet seat, and started to piss in the stool.  He didn't bother
to close the door as he continued to piss for the longest time.  I took a
quick look at his hanging cock and leaned against the hallway wall.  He
finally finished and milked it down a few more times to drain it.  He
looked over at me and shook it again.

"My uncle put me up to this and if you don't want to do anything, I'll
understand. He said you like to suck cock, and since I've never had a guy
give me a blow job, I though, `what the hell'."

He started to put his cock away when I walked into the bathroom with him.
As I slowly took hold of his soft cock, he undid his belt buckle and opened
his Levis. He pulled his soft cock and balls over his whites and let it all
hang out.

 How could I neglect this young hottie?  He was cute and reminded me of one
of the neighbor boys that come by after school to be sucked off.  I turned
him facing me, got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth.  He gasped,
spread his legs as I pulled his pants down further.  I wanted to lick on
his hairy, tightly formed ball sack, then his seven inch of cut cock.

His cock grew hard quickly and I continued to give him a good suck job.  I
knew he was in a hurry to go and besides he was hot to shoot his load.
When he came it was like a sudden squirt of cum.  He shot about 6 or 8
times.  His knees buckled as I drained the last few streams of delicious
cum. I cleaned him good, dried his cock and balls, pulled up his pants to
let him dress himself.

"Oh man.  That was sweet.  I liked that.  Peter said I'd like the way you
sucked my cock.  He was right.  Do you think I can come by again for more
cocksucking?"

"You're cum was sweet too.  Anytime Aaron, but call me first before you
drop by.  Now you better get going before Peter comes looking for you and
I'll have to blow him again. You have my phone number, so call and we'll do
more of the same."

Aaron was putting his shirt in his pants as he was walking down the hall to
the door.  He turned, waved, and smiled.  I knew he'd be back again.

After Peter and his nephew left, I started packing a few things I would
need at my new job at the College Dorm. I'd miss the Trailer experiences
I'd had since I lived with my step-brother Tommy, but now I had a new
source of hot men to suck at the College Dorm.

I had to set up a new daily routine.  The first thing I wanted to do is
keep Tommy sexually satisfied.  I'd stay at the Trailer for a while until I
got established at the Dorm.  I'd fix Tommy's breakfast, after we had our
morning fuck. Then after he left for work, I'd go to the Truck Stop and do
my cleaning of the Trucker's lounge, get my regular daily fucking from Ray
the owner/manager. Suck off a few horny truckers, if they were around, then
I head off to the College Dorm to clean and pick up after the twelve young
college men and the house `father', the coach.

The first week at the College Dorm, I'd seek out and seduce some of the
students willing to have sex.  Then after I cleaned up the Dorm, I'd head
back to the Trailer and take care of a few men friends of mine that would
come by on a regular basis, including the men working on the Modular's in
the Trailer Park.

 Early in the afternoon Tommy would be home ready for his beer and blow job
before he ate dinner I'd fixed earlier.  After dinner he would take his
shower while I'd clean up the dinner dishes, go to his bedroom, and wait
for him to come in and fuck me before he went to sleep.  Then I stay the
night and start my routine all over again.

It looks like I would have a busy week.  As I said earlier, if I moved to
the college dorm I could lose my status as Trailer Trash, but perhaps I
could earn my next status as College Dorm Slut, or keep both titles.

Story by Richard Barber
eyeMrich1@cox.net
4/13/2009, Word Count 2,441

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