Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2009 06:20:42 -0500
From: J. M. Vincent <shyoldguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two Trailer Park Boys Part 2

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TWO TRAILER PARK BOYS
PART 2
By: shyoldguy

I wake up thinking of Ian, I fall asleep, thinking of Ian, and every hour
in between that I am not with Ian, I think about Ian. I am so in love with
this wonderful boy. He is everything to me. I was just waking up
. . . thinking about Ian, it was still dark out, and there was a naked man
standing next to my bed. It was the man my Aunt brought home from the bar
last night. He was tall, about six and a half feet tall, dirty blond hair,
skinny, with a huge bird tattoo on his chest and some oriental design on
his right arm.

I could smell him standing there, a mixture of sweat, stale cigarettes, and
beer. There was also an underlying smell of just plain dirt. His hands were
dirty, and his knees and elbows were crusty. He grabbed my head with his
dirty hands and shoved my face into his groin.  His uncut cock was soft,
and smelled bad. "You need to suck me off fag boy, the old lady passed out
on me, and I need a mouth to shoot off in. If you do a real good job, I may
let you take it up the ass." He said, his voice slurring most of the words.

I couldn't believe this was happening, even though I figured it would
happen sooner or latter. My Aunt was always bringing home some scum bag,
and some of them eyed me like I was another piece of meat.

I had been sucking guys off at the beach, and a park that was near by as a
way to earn money all summer. I was not repulsed by the prospect of doing
this guy, but I did not want him taking my ass, that belonged to Ian. He
was the only one I had ever let do that. I did not want that stinky pole
defiling what was Ian's and Ian's alone. I took his soft dick into my
mouth, peeled the skin back with my tongue, and worked his piss slit until
I got him good and hard. I then let it slide down my throat. At that point,
he grabbed my head, and started forcing me to take it deeper and deeper. It
did not take long and he was shooting his bitter load in my mouth and down
my throat.

I was hoping we were done, but he had other ideas, He climbed naked on top
of me pushing his hand inside my boxers, and forcing his middle dick finger
into my hole. I tried to fight back but couldn't make him stop. If anything
it just made him more aggressive. He took his big fist and slammed it into
my kidney. It took the breath out of me, and I couldn't do anything as he
yanked my boxers down my legs.

He forced his rock hard cock into Ian's private place, and started riding
me. He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled my head back. I
must have been screaming for him to stop, because he slapped me across the
face and told me to shut the fuck up. He jammed that long crooked thing in
and out of my ass for what seemed like hours. He was huffing and puffing
and filling my nostrils with his vile breath. Finally, I felt his cock
swell, and his rhythm started to get irregular, he shot his evil seed deep
inside me. He pulled it out, and hit me up the side of the head. "You keep
your mouth shut about this, you hear me, or I'll slit your guts open and
shit in your innards, understand me." He had his face close to mine, and I
could see his yellow teeth as he snarled at me. "Yes, I understand." I said
in a voice that I wish was steadier. I would have said anything just so he
would leave.

He walked out of my room, his hairy ass swaying back and forth. I just laid
there for a minute, feeling his cum trickle out of me and drip onto the
sheet. My ass throbbed from the pounding he had given me. His cock was much
larger that Ian's. My wiener was still soft between my legs; at least I
didn't get hard. I always did when Ian was inside me. I almost always shot
my wad while he serviced my back side. I guess that was the difference
between making love, and having sex. This was definitely not making love.

As I got my wits about me, I had to get out of there. I fished my boxers
out of the sheets and pulled them on. I was afraid to go through the living
room in case he hadn't gone back to bed, so I climbed out my window. I
needed to get to Ian. I needed him to hold me and tell me everything was
going to be ok. I realized as I was sneaking through the high weeds around
the back of the trailer that I was crying.

When I got to Ian's trailer, I knew that his Uncle would not have left for
work yet. So I went to his window on the back. His window was open, and as
I rose up to call him, I saw that his Uncle was in the room. At first I
thought I had gotten the wrong window, but soon I understood what was going
on. His uncle was naked and had Ian on his back with his legs on his
shoulders. He was fucking him!  No, this couldn't be happening to Ian. I
dropped down out of sight trying to figure out what to do. His uncle was
huge, built like a wrestler. There was no way I was going to be able to
stop this from happening. I could hear Ian whimpering, he was saying
something to his Uncle in Russian, his uncle didn't answer, but I heard the
swat when he hit Ian, and Ian's moan. I sat down on the ground under his
window, my knees pulled to my naked chest, and covered my ears so I
couldn't hear the one I loved being hurt and abused.

As the sun came up, I heard the old truck his Uncle drove start up. I gave
it time to get out of sight, and then went around to the front door and
knocked. Ian came to the door in a pair of black briefs, his hair all over
his face, and dark circles under his beautiful eyes. I had seen that look
on his face before. This was not the first time his Uncle had raped him.
How could anyone do something like that to a boy like Ian? I must have
looked disheveled too, because a look of worry washed over his face. "My
god Scott, what happened, what's wrong?" He asked. I took him in my arms
and buried my face in his naked shoulder, and cried for both of us.

Life sucked. Why would God let something like this happen to me and Ian?
There was no justice in the universe. All we wanted to do was love each
other.

	"I saw Ian; I saw what your Uncle was doing to you."

He pulled back from me and looked shocked. "I don't want to do it Scott,
you have to know that. He has been doing things to me since I was eight
years old. I don't have a choice. Scott, please don't hate me." he said
with tears in his eyes and panic in his voice.  "I know Ian, my love, I
know." I said taking him back into my arms. "I have had to do things I
didn't want to do too. My Aunt's boyfriend just raped me, I tried to stop
him, but he was too big, and he hurt me. Ian, I am so ashamed, I have been
turning tricks at the beach and Palm Park so we could pay the rent. I have
been sucking off fat old men for money. You have nothing to be ashamed of;
we have both done what we had to . . . to survive."  I said, realizing that
it was the truth. But, it was time to make it stop, time to make a change.

	"Let's run away Ian, let's get to hell out of here."
	"We can't Scott, where would we go, what would we do for money?"

I thought for a minute. "We can go to Kentucky, I have a cousin there, and
maybe he would take us in. He is going to college there; he is going to
make something of himself.  Yeah, Ian, we can go there and start
over. Trust me I know how to earn money, we will do what we have to do, but
we will do it on our terms, just you and me Ian, together forever."

I was afraid to go back to my trailer in case the ass hole was still
there. I put on a pair of Ian's baggy shorts, and a t-shirt that had to be
too big for him because it fit me. Ian started stuffing some things he
thought we might need into his back pack. I had him stick his yellow Speedo
in the bag too. The first stop was the beach I was going to need to earn
some money to buy bus tickets to Kentucky.

 Ian had enough money for us to take a bus to the beach; I had Ian wait at
a McDonald's near the public entrance. I went into the bath room and
changed into the tiny yellow Speedo. It was way too small for me, but
served my purpose well. My well tanned legs looked even more tanned against
the yellow of the suit, and the tight pouch made my package look bigger
too. Not that I had anything to be ashamed of for a thirteen year old
boy. I wore a white and yellow bead necklace, and a barrowed pair of Ian's
black beach shoes. I walked onto the sand, and started my stroll.  I didn't
feel as ashamed about what I was going to do; I was doing it for Ian, for
both of us.

One of my regular customers was on the beach. Good, I knew I could raise a
couple of hundred dollars from him. He had wanted me to do some things that
I was not ready to do just to pay the rent, but I was willing to do
anything to stop Ian from being abused by his Uncle. I sat down on the
towel beside him. He was overweight, bald, pasty looking. He wore a Speedo
that would have been too small for me, black socks and sandals. The tip of
his fat dick poked out of the leg hole. It had to be planned, because the
elastic was too tight for it to fall out.

"You still want me to go back to your place with you?" I asked.

 	"You ready to do to help me out with my little problem?"

"You still willing to pay me two hundred?" I replied. "I need the money."

	"I might be willing to go higher if you are willing . . ."

"Let's get going before I change my mind." I said, knowing I would do
anything, absolutely anything, to get the money we needed to get to
Kentucky. I would not be changing my mind. He pulled on a Hawaiian shirt,
leaving it unbuttoned as we walked to his red Cadillac convertible in the
parking lot and got in. As we drove to his place, his right hand stroked my
thigh, brushing my tightly encased balls from time to time. I had sucked
this guy off behind a rock formation on the beach, but had never been
willing to go to his place.

He unlocked the door to his condo, and ushered me in. Sitting by the floor
to ceiling windows looking out over the ocean was his son, in his
wheelchair. His son had been hurt in a car accident two years ago when he
was sixteen. The old goat wanted me to fuck the boy while he watched. He
was sick, but so was the boy. He was paralyzed from the waist down, and
couldn't get it up anymore, and this was his idea, even having his father
watch. Apparently, he got off somehow being fucked. The old man had been
servicing him, but they both thought it would be a kick to have some little
boy do him and have the father observe. I guess I was the only boy
desperate enough to do it, because here I was.

The old guy helped me get his son Stephen into bed, and helped me strip his
clothes off.  He was laying naked on his back, his skinny hairy legs, and
his tiny little cock and balls in plain view. "What do you want me to do
now?" I asked. "Climb on him and fuck his ass." He said as he pulled a
chair up close to the bed. I slid down the tiny yellow Speedo, my dick
wasn't hard yet but I figured I could stroke it and get it ready. I asked,
"Do you have any lube?" "Come up here, and I'll suck you hard and get you
good and wet."  Stephen said. "If you spit on my hole, it should just slide
in, my old man has broken me in good."

The old guy had his Speedo around his knees and was working his hairy cock
with his hand. I went around to the side of the bed and Stephen used his
hand and guided my now hardening rod into his mouth. He was well trained in
the art of cock sucking; I guess his father hat taught him that too. My rod
was now throbbing, and I figured I would be able to do what needed to be
done. I climbed in between his thin frail looking legs, and took his
flaccid tool in my mouth and sucked on it. He must not have been totally
paralyzed, because it did become fuller, it was nowhere near hard, but I
could tell he was getting some enjoyment out of it. I then placed his legs
on my shoulders, and lined my cock up with this hole. I spit on my fingers,
and rubbed it on, around, and in his boy pussy. I lined up my cock and
drove it home.

His father moaned as I pushed my boy cock in his son's hole. The old man
was pumping is rod with his eyes wide. "Pump him hard, Scott, give it to
him good." He said as I started my in and out motion. I rode the boy for
all I was worth. I could feel my cum churning in my balls and knew that it
would not be long. I kept slowing down trying to stop the
inevitable. Stephen was rolling his head back and forth making a sound that
reminded me of a little puppy. Apparently something in there worked, he was
feeling something enjoyable.

I heard his father moaning, and looked over has his cock erupted and shot a
huge load onto his chest, sticking in the grey hair. Stephen hit his
orgasm, and his chest and arms started rocking from side to side.  A thin
white liquid dripped from his soft little dick and clung to his curly
bush. I couldn't hold back any longer, my muscles hurt, and there was sweat
dripping from my body. I could feel my balls draw up as cum moved up my
shaft.  It felt funny fucking Stephen, there was no muscle movement like
there was with Ian. No give and take, no pushing back as I pushed in, but I
shot my load deep in his waiting hole anyway. My back arched, and shot
after shot filled his boy cunt. I pulled out, and lay on my back next to
him; he leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. "Thank you Scott,
That felt wonderful." He said with a smile on his lips. The old guy stood
up and stepped out of his Speedo, and said that he really enjoyed the show,
and offered me an extra two hundred if I would let him fuck me.

Four hundred dollars would not only buy the bus tickets to Kentucky, but
give us a few dollars extra. I had already been fucked by the ass hole
friend of my Aunt, so what the hell. "Ok, you want to do it now; I'm kind
of in a hurry." I said. He laughed, "Trust me fag boy, it won't take me
long to fill your ass with my cream after she show you just gave me. Get
down here on the floor, on all fours." I did as I was told, and he mounted
me doggie style.

His fat hairy belly prevented him from penetrating me too deep, but his
cock was fatter than the ass hole this morning, and it hurt. His pounding
felt nothing like having Ian on top of me. He was kind and gentle, and
always made me fell wonderful as he rode me.  This fat old goat just wanted
to get off. What is it about men, when they are in you; they want to pull
your hair. He pulled mine, forcing my face up toward the ceiling just like
the ass hole did. I have to admit, it was the fastest two hundred I have
ever earned, because he shot his load in about three minutes. Stephen had
been playing with his little boy dick all the while, watching his father
fuck me.

I went into the bathroom to clean up, and pulled the Speedo back on. When I
went back into the room, I walked in on the old man licking my cum out of
Stephen's ass crack.  These guys were sick. "Could you drive me back to the
beach now?" I asked.

He dropped me off at the McDonald's where Ian was waiting for me. When I
walked in, Ian was sitting at a table in front of one of the windows
overlooking the beach. He had a smile on his face, you know, one of those
. . . the cat that swallowed the canary . . .  smiles. When I sat down
across from him, I pulled a shirt out of the backpack, and slipped it
on. Ian slid one hundred and sixty dollars across the table to me. "Oh
shit, I'm afraid to ask where you got this." I said, he just smiled, "We
are a team Scott, we are going to work together aren't we?" After what I
had just done, who was I to judge him. I knew he was right. "I think we
have more than enough to get to Kentucky now. Let's grab a bite to eat and
head to the bus station."

	"Just you and me, forever, right Scott?
	"Yes, Ian, forever."

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