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Trailer Living, Part 8
by Blucollar
I was still half asleep thinking this when I heard Jake at my door again. I woke up with a bit of a start then groaned, "What's up Jake" He was standing there bare assed again in his work boots. Half hard and all just like every other morning. And he had a grin from ear to ear.
"Damn boy, you sure jack off a lot. You got dried cum all over you." he was chuckling away.
"Yeah, damn teenagers, got nothing better to do with their time, right?" I laughed too. I was becoming real comfortable with myself and my nudity in such a short time.
"Yeah well, what cha gonna do? Anyway bud, I got to ask you something. I'm not going to need you till we start a bigger job in about a week or two. Sal said he needs some help around the garage though if you’re interested. If not I'll find something for you to do but it would help me out and Sal out at the same time. He said something about office work but I don't know if they really do office work there." Jake was laughing.
"Hmm, well actually Jake I took Vo-tech in High School for four years; all automotive repair. I was going to use it to fall back on when I decided that I probably didn't want to go to college. But that was not going to happen till I got the nerve up to tell Dad."
"Really? So you are basically a mechanic?"
"No, I'm not certified or nothing but I could be given some time. I always been more interested in turning a wrench then reading a book."
"Well shit. I bet Sal would like to hear that. He really likes you. And I know what you mean about your Dad. He still gives me shit about not finishing college. But we're not all built like him. I'll tell you what. I'll call Sal on the way to work and tell him to call your cell phone, ok?" Jake actually seemed relieved. He probably didn't have enough work to really employ me.
"Sounds good to me Jake, I can still live here if I work for Sal though right?"
"Hell yeah bud, I wouldn't want you to leave for anything; I like having your stinky self around." He made a crunched nose face and made sniffing sounds. "And it’s getting kinda ripe in here. This room was always so clean smelling before..." He was laughing.
"Go on get to work man...I'll wait for Sal to call. Then maybe we can celebrate tonight if it all works out." I was grinning. I knew what kind of celebrating I wanted to do.
"Shit man. I never drink this much beer before you came. Okay, that's a lie," he laughed, "But really, we will need to lighten up some so I can get back to the gym once in a while. But for tonight and this weekend we will do ourselves a fine time by drinking up a storm. See ya bud." Jake turned and was leaving out the door. I got up real quick to watch and see if he actually gets into his truck bare-assed.
I got to the window in time to see those perfect mounds of flesh on his ass climb into the cab of the truck still bare-assed. I wondered how long he stayed that way.
I walked over to the kitchen and drank about a gallon of water. By the time I was done with that my cell phone was going off.
"Hello?" I answered.
"You didn't tell me you were a fucking wrench head fucker!" It was Sal.
"You didn't ask cock breath" I laughed.
"You got a point. But I was too fucking distracted by the fact that you are a fucking young hunk and trying to keep my cock down in front of you all the time. Anyway man, Fuck the office work. It's just Jerry, Rick and I now. I've been wanting to hire another dude here. I just had to find one that could put up with sexual harassment. You game man?"
"Sexual harassment huh? Is that from the boss or the other employees?"
"Both, but No means No around here. So don't be too scared. But we rarely get any no's" Sal was laughing.
"Jake told you I'm not certified right? I mean they really teach the basics the first couple years and then it’s all over the place after that. I'm not really specialized in anything." I wanted Sal to know what he was in for.
"Fuck man, you got more instruction than I ever got. My old man taught me everything. I got certified on my own man and we can get you there too. So don't worry about it. Besides we have enough oil changes and tire rotations to keep you busy for a year. What do you say man? I pay better than Jake does! Not that I'm trying to steal you away from your Uncle but this would be perfect man. And I already know what a pig you are, come on man, what do you say?"
"Well shit, you don't have to beg man." I was cracking up on him, "Yes already. When you want me to start?"
"Get that hot ass down here now. You can meet the guys and I'll show you around then you can start officially Monday. That gives you another four days off then your sweet ass is mine. Deal?"
I was laughing again and playing with my cock too. For some reason it had become hard during the conversation. "Deal bud. Do I need to dress up like it’s an interview or can I dress like normal?"
"Normal meaning your board shorts and flips? Yeah that will do. We only wear shirts when OSHA shows up. But wear a shirt if you're shy. Let's see, it’s 8:00 am now, can you get here by like 10:30 dude?"
"Yeah I can do that. How do I get there man?" I asked.
Sal finished up the call by giving me directions to the garage and I thanked him for the job. He said there was no thanks necessary. It actually helped him out. And I guess it helps Jake out too since he didn't really need me after all. I guess he was doing Dad more of a favor.
I took a quick rinse in the shower and put on a clean pair of board shorts and a wife beater. The shirt was tight and rode up on my stomach a bit so I still had some flesh showing. My board shorts rode down my ass a bit so a little crack was showing. After the sex last night I felt fucking sexy and I wanted to show it.
At about 9:30 I started towards the garage. I wanted to find it first then get a bite to eat. I rolled past the garage 15 minutes later than drove on down to a Sonic down the street. I got some food in me then headed back to the garage. I got there at 10:15. It was small. It looked like an old style gas station that no longer sold gas. There were three bays and an office off to the left. The windows in the office were painted over so you couldn't see in. There were a lot of cars in the lot and all three bays were filled.
As I got out of my truck and started walking towards the garage I saw a big black man working under a sedan. He had on grey work pants and a tan work shirt open to the belt. His sleeves were rolled up tight against his pits. He was a walking wet dream. All muscle and smooth. He had a shaved head and a short goatee. His pants were very well filled out.
I didn't see anyone else around so I started walking towards him. He looked out and said, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, err, I'm Cole, Sal said to meet him here about 10:30" I stammered while I took this dude in. He must have been 6'4".
"Oh Cole, Jake's nephew, right? Sal said you were a looker, but he didn't do you justice boy. I'm Jerry" He held out his hand after wiping it with a rag.
I took his hand and shook it; firm grip, rough hands, and a hell of a smile. I felt electricity run through me from him. "Thanks Jerry, but Sal must be a little blind, I ain't all that."
"Take it from me boy, you are a hunk. Now let me go find Sal."
He walked off to the entrance to the office. He was back with Sal in a couple minutes. Sal was wearing his usual uniform. Coveralls, no sleeves and zipped down all the way.
"You ever zip those up Sal?" I asked.
"Only when a customer pulls in bud; the bell goes off and I pull up the zipper, otherwise, NO!" He laughed as he gave me a big old bear hug. "So I guess you already met Jerry. Don't worry about him, he's harmless. Let's go to the office. Rick is in there." Sal turned and I followed him in.
The man sitting down next to the desk seemed to be of mixed ethnicity, Cuban or something with possibly Caucasian. He stood up as we walked in. He was about 5'8" or so and very muscular. He wore a tank top that was very tight and then grey work pants like Jerry. I couldn't help notice that his bubble butt was almost twice the size of mine. And his arms were enormous. His skin was very light tan. Sal looked dark next to him. His skin was also smooth without a blemish anywhere. He had a very masculine yet beautiful face; perfect smile also. His hair was dark and medium length parted in the middle, and dark brown eyes. And then there was his scent; clean, masculine, a bit of the day’s musk in the air. I was so taken by him that I barely heard Sal introduce us.
"Earth to Cole, Earth to Cole. Where did you go man?" Sal was laughing.
"Oh sorry, err, I don't know, I mean, What?" I tried to recover.
"This is Rick, Cole. He is our junior mechanic. Well he was. You get that spot now. I guess Rick moves up a spot." Sal said.
"Cool, Hi Rick." I shook his hand and he smiled at me like he could see right though me.
"Okay boys, now that the introductions are over. Cole, hello; this way." I let go of Rick's hand and tried to turn my attention to Sal. "Fill out the stuff in the folder on the desk and I'll drop it off at my accountants on the way to your place tonight. After that come out to the garage and we'll all break for lunch. Get to know each other. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure Sal, thanks." I started looking at the forms but then looked up to watch Sal then Rick walk out of the office. The dude was perfect. I shook myself out of my trance with Rick and went back to the paperwork.
It took about twenty minutes to fill out everything. Sal was even providing health insurance. I couldn't believe it. I put everything back in the folder and left it on the desk. I looked up and saw a door behind the desk I hadn't noticed before. I wondered if it was a bathroom or something. I walked out to the garage and each of the guys was working on a separate vehicle. Jerry was still under the sedan. Sal was changing the breaks on a late model Silverado and Rick, hunk fucking Rick, was doing something to some car, but who cares. Look how he's doing it.
He had taken off his tank top and was getting grease and sweat all over him. I just wanted to lick him up.
"Hey Cole, you finished bud" Sal saw me.
"Yeah all done Sal. That it or is there anything else you wanted me to do?"
"Why don't you stick around and have lunch with us man. We'll go get something down the street eventually. We usually sit around a bull shit first. We close from 11:00 till 1:00 every day. It's basically eleven now, cool?"
"Sure, I got nothing else to do till Jake gets home anyway."
"Good. We have a recreation room behind the office. Go ahead and watch TV or something. We'll be right in." So that's where that door went.
"Okay," I went back in the office and opened the door to the Rec room. I was shocked. It was carpeted and there were two leather sofas and a LCD TV up on the wall. In the back of the room was a sliding glass door that went out onto a deck. The deck had what had to be 8 foot fence around it. There were two benches and some plants and stuff there and a circular staircase to the second floor.
Inside the rec room there was also a refrigerator, microwave and sink. I open the fridge and saw sodas, water and beer. I then walked to the couch and grabbed the remote. They had cable! I channel surfed for a while.
All of a sudden I heard the three garage doors come down and the office door open up. All three guys walked in and went to the fridge.
"I'm gonna give the guys the afternoon off so you want a beer Cole?"
"Sure Sal, that’d be great. This happen often?"
"Well, not too often; only when we can get away with it. But it's rare we get to celebrate a new hire around here. Rick was the last one and he's been with us for 3 years.
Speaking of Rick, I looked up; he still had no shirt on, but had wiped the grease off his face. Jerry's shirt was all the way open now and he was sitting on the couch opposite me. Sal sat beside him after handing me a beer then Rick sat down next to me.
Then Sal said, "Besides Cole, we wanted to be up front with you from the beginning. Things are very relaxed around here and we are all very close. I was only sort of joking about sexual harassment, but I still mean NO means NO. So if you’re ever in a situation that you don't want to be in, let us know. We all respect each other, but on the other hand, we all do each other; I don't know how you feel about that but, like I said, we want to be up front with you." As Sal was talking he was settling in next to Jerry. Jerry had put his arm around Sal's back and was playing with Sal's hair.
I then saw Rick sort of playing with his nipple with one hand and his other hand was behind his head. I looked at his crotch and I could tell his dick had blood in it.
I took another pull of beer and thought about what was happening. Suddenly the air was sexually charged and I got so nervous, but so turned on at the same time.
I got the nerve and took off my shirt. "That's my boy Cole." Sal said. I looked over at him and smiled and stood up. Sal nodded at me. I thought, what the fuck, and let my shorts drop to the ground. I stepped out of them and my flips and sat back down and was shaking as I took another drink.
I looked over at Jerry and with his free hand he was opening his pants. Sal turned around and helped Jerry out of his shirt. Then Sal got on his knees and started taking off Jerry’s boots and then pants.
Rick hadn't made a move yet, but he was watching me watch Jerry and Sal. I looked back at them and Sal had his mouth around Jerry's huge cock. I couldn't believe how big it was. Sal had at some point pulled of his coveralls and they were exposing his ass as he knelt down on Jerry's cock.
My cock was leaking out of control. I couldn't believe this. Then I noticed Rick get up. He had already taken off his boots and was walking towards the other two letting his pants drop as he went. That's when I realized they were giving me space and letting me decide if I wanted to be involved or not. I just sat there and watched. Wanting to see what happened next.
Rick got behind Sal and lay down on his back. He put his head between Sal’s feet and then directed his ass to his face. Rick buried his nose in Sal's ass crack while Sal sucked down that huge cock of Jerry's.
Jerry looked over at me and smiled. He's been there before, having the other two at his feet, you could tell.
Jerry then stood up and pulled Sal off Rick's face. He turned Sal around and had him kneel on the couch. Jerry grab some lube from under the couch and put it on his cock then guided it into Sal's ass. As he was filling Sal up Rick was on his knees eating Jerry's ass. The dude was a total ass eater.
Jerry got balls deep and then started fucking Sal hard. Rick couldn't keep his face in the crack of Jerry's ass so he moved to Sal's cock. After he found that difficult as well he went and started making out with Sal. Sal was licking all over Rick's face trying to get the taste of himself and Jerry off of him.
Jerry pulled out of Sal and pulled Rick up. He put some more lube on his cock and I saw Rick grab a small brown bottle and start sniffing it. Rick's face turned red as he bent over and started to take Jerry's cock. It was so fucking hot.
I got up and headed for Sal. He was still bent over on the couch watching the other two go at it. I got some lube and started fucking a startled Sal. He looked back and said, "I'm happy you decided to join the party. Now fuck me good." And that I did. I was so horned up I blew in his ass in no time. I couldn't believe it. As I did I saw Rick cum without even touching himself.
Jerry then pulled out of Rick, not having cum himself yet, and headed back over to Sal. He stuck his cock in Sal's hole without a warning and started fucking Sal's cum filled ass harder than he had fucked yet. The two of them were really getting into it and it was turning me on again.
I went over to Rick and sat on the floor with him as we watched. I roamed my hands all over him then we started kissing. We each had each other's tongues all the way in our mouths and we were getting sloppy. I started licking him, down his neck, lifting his arms, eating his pits, sucking his tits. I worshipped the boy. I couldn't get enough of him. We finally heard both Jerry and Sal cum at the same time. I got up and sat with Rick. Our arms wrapped around each other. Jerry and Sal both had a satisfied look on their face.
Then Jerry looked at Rick and I, "Looks like those two are in love," he said. I looked at Rick and he looked at me and we both laughed. We knew it was true, but we didn't say it. We wouldn't say it for a while.
For right now I had to fit in with my new co-workers and work out my life with my Uncle. Relationships can come later.
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Trailier Trash, Part 3
We arrived in Los Angeles on Tuesday. It seemed like a month since my parents died even though it had only been a few days. Brad took me to my house and I gathered some things that I might need while I stayed the night with his family. My dad was due to arrive on Wednesday and we would just stay at the Brentwood house till after the funeral. On Wednesday Brad took me back to LAX to meet
Uncle's Home, Part 1
It was June 1976; I , Sean Brickman just finished my Senior year in high school in New York City, and now I was on my way to San Diego. I spent the past year on the varsity wrestling team and dating all the cheerleaders...and I mean all of them. I never really dated one girl for more than a couple weeks. The reason, of course, was that I got bored with girls easily. I was much happier hanging
Uncle's Home, Part 2
It was Saturday morning and I awoke with a start. You know, that foggy feeling of not knowing where you’re at right away, and then it all sort of comes back to you. I was in the bed in the guest room of my Uncle Carl's house. I was naked under a single sheet and I was very dehydrated. Otherwise I was no worse for ware. I didn't remember getting into bed much less naked. I stopped counting the
Uncle's Home, Part 3
The weekend was pretty much uneventful from there. After we went to the beach on Saturday we had steaks on the grill and turned in early. Then Sunday we drove up to Anaheim and went to Disneyland. It was only a two hour drive each way but it wore us out. We were both asleep before nine. Monday morning I heard Carl rustling and then he was at my door leaning on the door jamb totally naked and
Uncle's Home, Part 4
I was still swallowing cum when Frank took the seat across from me again. His coveralls were still bunched up around his feet and his semi hard cock was still seeping what was left of his orgasm. He seemed spent even though he still had that grin on his face. "That was nice Sean. I really appreciated that." Frank said. "Ah...yeah... no problem man." I was nervous. What if he told Carl about
Uncle's Home, Part 5
I sat up on the couch and put a pillow over my cock. I was embarrassed, confused and horny all at the same time. Next thing I knew Carl came out of the hallway naked with a beer in his hand. He went straight to the kitchen and got some hamburgers started for the grill. "Hey Sean, if your awake enough, why don't you go get the charcoal going and I'll make some macaroni and cheese to go along
Uncle's Home, Part 6
We sat outside and had burgers and beers. We kept the conversation pretty light and I was really feeling comfortable and relaxed. "Get us a couple more bud and I'll toss these paper plates in the trash out back here." Carl said as he got up. So I went in with the empty bottle and soon returned with some fresh ones. Carl was standing in the middle of the yard with his legs wide apart taking a
Uncle's Home, Part 7
I made a salad, corn on the cob and grilled some steaks. Frank and Carl finished everything. I barely was able to grab a steak for myself. Then I gathered up the plates while Frank and Carl gave each other shit. It wasn't long before Frank got dressed and took off. By that time I was dog tired and Carl was heading off to bed. So I finished cleaning up and headed to my bed. The next thing I
Uncle's Home, Part 8
Once Carl and I got into a routine the summer seemed to go by so fast. I decided to attend college right there in San Diego and Carl seemed happy about that. I didn't have to work since Mom and new hubby was paying my way as well as a nice monthly allowance. But the best part of all was the way I became use to Carl as the Daddy and I was his boy. He was right, I was a lot like him, and I love to
When Dad got out of prison
My early childhood was a pretty happy one. Mom, Janice, was a housewife and my Dad, Hank, worked on the Railroad as a conductor. We had a nice house in the suburbs of Houston, Richmond, and even though Dad was gone 3 - 4 days a week he always had time for me. My name is Bobby and I was their only child and yet I wasn't all that spoiled. I had chores to do and I took my role as
When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 2: Dayton
A few weeks after I turned 18 and about a month before I graduated I got a letter from my Dad that would change my life. He was being released in about a month. Right after my graduation and unfortunately he would miss it. He said he was going to go ahead and live at the Dayton house and try to open back up the gas station and work as a mechanic like his Dad did. He couldn't get back on at the
When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 3
I got in the passenger side after throwing some stuff in the back seat. As I was doing so I saw Dad get into the drivers seat. He was dressed to like me except without a tee shirt. His shorts were a bit tighter and shorter than mine as well. Since his shorts were so tight his box was well defined. You could see the head of his cock. His shorts seemed damp with sweat too. By the time I sat in
When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 6
Tom moaned and then said,
When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 7
I locked up the office and took my shoes and shirt but didn't put them back on. I drove to the station in front of the house. When I pulled up I saw Dad in one of the garage bays pulling stuff out of boxes. He was in his cutoffs and work boots. Nothing else. I parked the car and walked up to him. He was squatting down in front of the box with his legs spread a bit. The shorts were so short
When Dad Got Out of Prison: Part 8
That's when the door opened. I was bent over the stained couch naked with a man's cock up my ass and standing at the door was my Dad. Standing at the door with only his cutoffs on, sweaty from the heat, was my Dad. I was too far gone to react. I just looked into my Dad's eyes with question and with lust. I didn't know what to do. But I knew more that anything that the cock in my ass had to
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