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Trailer Living, Part 7

by Blucollar


"You liked it too didn't you? I knew you were like us man." Sal said as he then licked his bottom lip waiting for my response. He sat there looking so sure of himself. His brown skin covered in sweat and a little grease here and there. The masculine scent coming off him was a wet dream in itself. He just kept staring into me with his dark brown eyes waiting for a response, not backing down, with a sense of urgency.

I stammered for a minute. I was nervous as hell yet I didn't know why I was nervous. What difference did it make if Sal knew that I was into guys, after all, I witnessed some fucking hot stuff between him and my Uncle and I had only been here three days. I looked down for a moment to cut his gaze. But I found my eyes went to his zipper on his coveralls and followed it down to the top of his trimmed pubes. The fucker seemed never to zip up those damn things. You never quite saw his cock but it was like he was daring you to try to see it.

"Sal, err, I didn't....I mean, I didn't know you saw me man...?" I gave in.

"Oh yea dude, I saw you, and it got me hotter knowing that my buddies stud nephew was catching us in the act. But I never told your Uncle. I'm leaving it up to you to let him know, when you're ready, understand?" Sal's face was still determined; for what I didn't know.

"I appreciate that Sal. I don't know if I'm ready yet."

"Well little buddy it's not a problem but, I'll tell you what, whatever you want me to do to help you prepare for your coming out with your Uncle you let me know man. You're a cool kid and hot as hell. I sure you got about the same equipment as your Uncle does too. So whatever it is buddy you tell me and Sal will make it happen." Now with a devilish grin Sal's mood lightened and he was almost flirting with me.

That last comment got me thinking though. What would I like more than anything right now without having to out myself just yet. A light bulb went off in my head. I just didn't know if Sal would go for it.

"Okay Sal, there is one thing that you could do for me right now with out me having to out myself to Jake." My confidence slowly was rising out of nowhere.

"What is it man?" Sal asked, licking his lips, those big pouty lips, again.

"If you take his load again tonight make believe you fell asleep so he won't eat you out. Then after he falls asleep come to my room and squat on my face." I said with my voice cracking and shaky.

A big old grin came over Sal's face. He almost chuckled. "Boy, I knew you were queer like us but I had no idea you were as piggy as us. Fuck man. You got me hard now." And I looked down and sure enough that uncut slab of meat was sticking out of his zipper. "Care to take a quick taste before Jake gets home man?"

I was on my knees faster than he had time to finish the question. Just as I got my mouth around his knob we heard Sal's truck coming towards the driveway. I was in my chair again before he was parked and crossing my legs to hide my erection.

Sal was adjusting himself back into his zipper and even pulled the zipper up about two inches to hide what he could.

"Beers here!" yelled Jake from the driveway. He was still just in his painter’s shorts and boots. I don't remember seeing him in a shirt yet. And damn did he look sexy bedding over the bed of the truck to get the beer out of it. He also had two bags of ice with him. "Hey Cole, get that cooler from under the deck. I figured we'll just ice them down tonight so we won't have to go inside too much. Lazy I know but what the fuck." Jake laughed.

"Sure Jake." I went down the steps and reached under to get an old but still very usable ice chest and brought it up to the deck. I hosed it off real fast to clean it up some.

"Thanks Cole. After I dump the beer and ice in there put a little water in there too so it gets the beer nice and cold quick." After doing the choir we both sat down and all three of us opened up cold ones.

The subjects ranged from work to play and the time passed quickly. We had foregone any food and just drank the evening away. Every now and then when Jake was looking I would get “knowing” glances from Sal. It was as if he was saying, 'I haven’t forgotten what you wanted'.

At about nine I was pretty buzzed. I told them I was going to bed. By this time Sal was all the way unzipped and he had taken his arms out of his coveralls and they were hanging around his hips. Jake had taken off his boots and socks and had the top of his shorts unbuttoned and unzipped. I was still just in my board shorts but let them fall off me as I went into the trailer and headed towards my room giving Sal full view. Jake had his back to the door.

I, of course, wasn't ready for sleep nor was I drunk. I was buzzed but it seemed that no matter how much beer I downed I could not get drunk because of the anticipation of what was going to happen.

Jake and Sal were still chit chatting for about twenty minutes. Then I heard Sal say, "Damn, thank goodness, my balls were sweating."

"You could have dropped those a long time ago man. Cole knows that we go bare-assed around here. Well he knows I do anyway." Jake said.

"Exactly man, he knows you do, not your friends. Besides, it’s only been a few days, let the kid settle in. I like him. He's a good kid. In fact the days you don't need him he could work at the garage too. I go things around there to do, especially in the office. None of the guys like the office work." Sal replied.

"I don't know if I should let my nephew into that den of delinquents. God knows what sort of shape he'll come home in."

"Like you haven’t fucked all your guys man. How much work do you guys get done anyway with those dudes wanting your cock up there ass all the time man?" Sal was laughing.

"It's not all the time man. And it's only at lunch. The guys know that with hard work comes hard play when deserved. And besides, with Cole around, I already told the guys to keep it on the down low if you get my drift. So those activities came to a halt last week."

"No wonder you've been going so deep on me man. You're not getting your lunch time nut." Sal's voice went deeper and sexier.

"Yeah, and I need a encore of last night man. You willing?" I heard Jake getting up and heard his shorts hit the deck.

"Fuck yea bro, but eat my ass first dude, get me lubed up...."

"You got it fucker, get down on the deck..." I heard their movements and then the obvious sound of Jake eating out Sal, "Fuck man, you taste fucking good and rank man, sweaty and you recently took a dump man, fucking hot..."

"Yeah man, pinched one off just before I left the garage, you like that man, I won't wipe next time. Aughhhh....fuck yeah that's nice man. Now fucking stick it in. I didn't have a lunch time fuck either dude. I need it bad....Ohhhh fuckk...yeah that's it man, oh, okay....just plow it in....ohhhhhh fuck man oh fuck...wait...okay, okay....no now.....ohhhhhhh yeah man....no fuck me man ...like you did last night man.....oh ouch....fuck....fuck.....oh fuck...." Sal was getting loader and loader. I was wondering if the neighbors heard.

Jake was grunting too, but he was not as loud tonight, seems more intense, like he had a job to do. Sal was moaning now.

It was not long before it was over. I heard them both come then Jake pulled out.

"Fuck bro, I gotta get some sleep… Come on man." I heard Sal say.

"Yeahj I bushed too. Maybe a quickie in the morning before you leave..."

"You got it man."

I heard them both go to bed and then I heard nothing else for a while. Then I heard snoring. All of a sudden Sal was at my door naked. He put his finger to his lips then stood up on my bed with his back facing my face. He lowered his ass down on my face and moved it around till he felt my tongue go in. He was ripe and tasted of sex. As I became familiar with his hole he found my cock and started sucking on it quietly. We still heard Jake snoring in the next room.

I sucked and tongued his ass till I felt the tiny droplets of cum start to pop out. Then before I knew it I was eating my Uncle warm cum out of his ass. The excitement made me go over the edge and I exploded into Sal's mouth and he hungrily swallowed all of it. He then got off my face and brought his face up to mine and kissed me deep then whispered into my ear, "I love tasting my ass on a stud mouth. Do you gotta piss man?" I shook my head yes. "When I put my mouth on it let it go man. I'll fucking be your urinal tonight." I was shocked, but so turned on.

Sal positioned his mouth on my half hard cock again and started sucking. In no time my full bladder released and he drank it all without spilling a drop. After I was done and he cleaned my cock he came back up and whispered again, "One of the benefits of working at my garage, you can use the boss as a urinal and cum dump. All my guys do. You can work with me anytime. Good night stud."

And with that he was off my bed and joining my still snoring Uncle in his bed. I heard my Uncle stir for a moment, but only a moment, then his snoring went back to normal. I was hard as a rock again and I jacked off again before I fell asleep. I was out as my cock unloaded and I left my cum to dry on my stomach.


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67 Gay Erotic Stories from Blucollar

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Built Ford Tough, Part 1

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Built Ford Tough, Part 2

"Well we better get a move on then..." I watched as he put on a pair of cutoffs and a tank top and a pair of flip flops. That was it. We were ready. Kansas City here we come... I noticed as we got to Uncle Eddie's old truck that he didn't have a bag with him. When I asked him about this he said, "Well Rick, the longest I'm going to be gone is four days and it’s hot anyway. What else do I

Built Ford Tough, Part 3

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College Break

The year was 1973 and I was going to Florida State University on a football scholarship. If it wasn't for the scholarship I would have been out of luck. My name is Trent and I when I'm not at Florida State I'm living with my dad Gary in his double wide mobile home in Jacksonville. I played high school football well enough that they gave me a free ride to Florida State as long as I kept my

College Break, Part 2

After my story about how Dan and Steve introduced me to male sex I guess I should tell you now that I am a complete cum whore. I still play the straight stud football player at school but when I get the chance, and it hasn't been often, I like my ass or mouth filled with man juice. But also, after that encounter with Dan and Steve, I swore them to secrecy. I asked them never to let my Dad

College Break, Part 3

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Drop Out, Part 1

1976, I was 18 and in the second semester of my freshman year. I had had it though. I didn't know if this is what I wanted to do with my life and certainly felt like I was wasting my time and wasting my Dad's money. My Dad was a mechanic down in San Diego and was scraping all he could together to put me though school. I wasn't a brain so I didn't get any scholarships or grants. I was a wrestler

Drop Out, Part 2

It was Friday, second week in May, moving day. My Dad was leaving the shop at about noon and driving up here in his pick-up to help me move whatever I had home. Most of the fraternity was empty at this point. Finals were at the end of last week and the beginning of this week. For most of the guys as soon as the last exam was taken they were out of here. I had to wait till my Dad had time to come

Drop Out, Part 3

Being exhausted, I walked right into my room and dropped what bags I had...

Drop Out, Part 4

Dad and I both sat at the kitchen table as Jimmy kicked his shorts to the side and brought us our coffee.

Drop Out, Part 6

Drop Out Part 6

Enough Part 2

By Saturday I was packed. I scraped every dirty jock off the floor that I could find plus everything else I needed. I was always more comfortable at my Dad's anyway. My new life started on Saturday...My Dad got to my Mom's house around noon. He had just finished up a job at some residence and was still in his work cloths. I grabbed my shit and started for his truck. Mom was out shopping and

Enough, Part 3

When I got back to my bedroom I stripped down and gave my own cock some relief. After that I fell asleep too. Next thing I know Dad is standing at my door way grinning. When my eyes opened up he just chuckled and said,

Enough, Part 4

I was working myself into comming real soon but from what I could tell they were too. Then it happened to all three of us. We all seemed to shoot at the same time. I came like never before. Exhausted I leaned against the wall still looking out the window. Gus and Jeb were making out a bit in their after glow. Then Gus led Jeb inside. It took a few minutes and the lights all went out. I landed

Enough, Part 5

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Runaway

At 18, here I was, walking the back roads of Louisiana. Not much more than the clothes on my back and somethings thrown in my backpack as I quickly was rushing out of my mother's house. She was screaming at me and quoting scriptures. Her anger was above anything I had ever seen. She told me to get out of her house and never to return.The day had started simply enough. It was January of my

Runaway, Part 10

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Runaway, Part 3

The man looked at me, confused for a second, about to ask my purpose. Then it was as if a light bulb went off. He just said,

Runaway, Part 4

Wow. Maybe I should fess up to why I was here. I mean, my Dad turned out to be a stud, and I'm probably gay. And now I'll have to share a bed with him? It was all happening so fast. But I didn't have much of a choice.

Runaway, Part 7

After I caught my breath I realized that the shower was a mess and didn't want Dad to find it. I took the hand held and rinsed off the wall. Then I finished showering and dryed off. Threw on my shorts and went off to find Dad. I got down to the kitchen where Dad was and he looked up from what he was doing.

Runaway, Part 8

I quickly cleaned off the toliet and took a piss as Dad went back into the bedroom. After I was done I walked back in the bedroom to get my shorts and my Dad was laying on top of the bed with his legs spread and his right hand on his cock jacking off. His left hand was about his hand and his nose was in his pit. He noticed me coming in and said,

Salisbury to San Diego

Spring 1977. Salisbury Connecticut. Salisbury School. I'm standing in front of the school with my luggage waiting for my Step-Father's driver. The driver and my Step-Father's lawyer are picking me up and bringing me back to New York. Why you may ask? Well it seems my Mother and my Step-Father were in a horrific accident. They were tooling around Spain in one of those little British two seat

Salisbury to San Diego, Part 3

My two suit cases were filled with expensive suits, slacks, linen shirts and school uniforms. So I ripped the address tags off the luggage and left them right where they were. Hopefully they would go to someone who really needed them.I got to the counter and the agent asked if I had anything besides my carry on. I replied,

Search, Part 1

My mother was always a bit over dramatic. From as early as I could remember she over preached the bible and over judged all those around her. She was always on my ass to be the perfect child. By the time I was in high school I sort of had it. I was tired of her preaching and I was definitely tired of her telling me that every wrong thing that a man would do would surely bring him a step closer to

Search, Part 2

As I followed Mr. Shaw into his office I was watching his body move under his sports coat and slacks. He moved like a man of sport. He had a goatee which I took as a rebellious addition against allowing himself to be completely corporate. He offered me a visitors chair across from his desk. "Scott, we might as well get right to it. May I see a form of identification so I can first be sure you

Search, Part 3

The next morning I woke up in my bed in my mother's house in Huntsville, Texas. It took me a few moments to focus and then to realize what had transpired the day before. It felt like a dream. I lay there a few minutes with one arm over my head. I caught a whiff of myself. I realized then I was hard. A vision of Max came into my mind. What was it about him? He was a good looking man and masculine

Search, Part 4

The move to Palm Springs was uneventful. After we gave the Caddie to Rick, the cook, as a part of his severance and took care of the rest of the things that had to be done before the apartment went on the market we flew to Palm Springs. Max had found the perfect home with five bedrooms, a pool and a large courtyard. The home was "U" shaped with the courtyard in the center of the "U" with the pool

Search, Part 5

Pedro was true to his word. I never experience anything like it. The man was on his knees in the shower eating my ass again but this time he was going for his own load. I felt totally exposed and intimate with this dude and I loved it. After he was done he turned me around and gave me another blow job as he jacked off. I shot another load down his throat and he came up to share it with me. I

Search, Part 6

I woke up the next morning and Pedro was gone from my bed. It seems he went to his own room during the night. I kinda felt good and bad about that. I wasn't sure I wanted to get into anything deep with Pedro especially since he worked for me. But sex with him was awesome. I had never fucked a guy’s ass like that. He was completely open to me and I felt like I was in total control. But being so

Trailer Living, Part 1

Being a recent high school graduate with no ambition other than trying to figure out where the next party was to say the least, getting on my rents nerves. In high school I concentrated on sports and partying without giving a care of my future goals other than making sure I passed enough classes to get the certificate of parole from public school. My name is Cole. I'm 18, 5'9". Have brown

Trailer Living, Part 2

Sunday came way too fast. I had attended a party both Friday and Saturday nights but I really wasn't into it. It was like I was experiencing death row or something insane like that. I couldn't believe in a couple of days I was going to be miles north of here living and working with my Uncle Jake. Uncle Jake was in his late twenties. He wasn't a scholar, like my father (his brother), by any

Trailer Living, Part 3

We ended up having a few too many beers on the night I arrived at Uncle Jake's. Jake's buddy Sal left around midnight and I entered the trailer for the first time. We had been pissing off the deck the whole time. The trailer was a strange design. Obviously it had been chopped up at some point with the walls being moved around. The entry off the deck went into the hallway of the bedrooms. To

Trailer Living, Part 4

After Jake left and I relieved my throbbing cock; I wiped myself off and threw on some board shorts and headed to the beach. Not much for breakfast or coffee really I just needed a bottle of water ‘til lunch time. I spent the morning pretty much alone. It was Monday morning after all; not much happening at the beach except for a few old men walking about. I hit a drive-thru on the way back to

Trailer Living, Part 5

Well, Jake never did repeat our conversation to Sal. He went on to actually find out why Sal was so pissed off at Jerry, one of Sal’s long time employees, and Sal responded; "The stupid ass took old man Smither's Mercedes for a joy ride. He said he was just going to go around the block to test the brakes. He didn't come back for a half an hour. I didn't know what to think. He actually just had

Trailer Living, Part 6

Once again I awoke to the sun coming in the window over my bed. My first thought was that I needed to get a shade, curtain or something for it. My head was foggy and I had a bit of a headache. As I came to I started to remember the scene last night on the deck. I laid there trying to decide whether it was a hot dream or if it was for real. I looked at the clock. 6:15 am. Jake should be

Trailer Living, Part 7

"You liked it too didn't you? I knew you were like us man." Sal said as he then licked his bottom lip waiting for my response. He sat there looking so sure of himself. His brown skin covered in sweat and a little grease here and there. The masculine scent coming off him was a wet dream in itself. He just kept staring into me with his dark brown eyes waiting for a response, not backing down, with

Trailer Living, Part 8

There was that sun again in the window above my head. I had to remember to get some shades man. 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

Trailer Trash, Part 1

My name is Erik Hickman. I live with my mother, Joyce Young, and her husband, Dr. Phillip Young. They have been married from the time I was about three years old. I will be a junior in high school this year and live in Brentwood, Yes, and the Brentwood in the Los Angeles area. My step father is a plastic surgeon so I guess Mom married well considering she came from the wrong side of the tracks in

Trailer Trash, Part 2

So here I was headed back to the states with my step dad's lawyer on the same plane that carried my dead parents. The lawyers name is Brad Steinman and he was kind enough to come to London and take care of all the details for me. He is in as much shock as I am I think. Now since the trip is a good half a day he took the opportunity to lay out my life for me as he saw it. "Erik, your parents

Trailer Trash, Part 4

Dad was right. The time went by fast. By the time we had the funerals and got me packed the next thing I knew was that it was Saturday and I was on a plane for Houston. Not that Houston was our final stop. Dad's truck was at the airport and we would then drive down to Texas City. (Yeah, there is a place called Texas City). Once we landed and were on our way I got my first glimpse of the Texas

Trailer Trash, Part 5

"Well I love you too son. Thanks. I'll tell you what. I am gonna hit the hay and you sleep on it. I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable here. If you think you will then you may need to decide to go live with Brad and his family. I hope you don't but I will respect your decision." dad continued. "Well, ok dad, but I don't think you really have to worry. I don't think I will be

Trailer Trash, Part 6

Sunday morning I woke up to a truck starting up outside. I took a look out my window and saw Carlos leaving. Then I looked over at my clock and it was 8:30. I was dehydrated and my head hurt a little bit but otherwise I was well rested. I laid there a bit going over the events of the last evening. My dad's queer and gets fucked by a Hispanic pig with a big cock. I am queer but in the closet. I am

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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