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Trailer Living, Part 2

By blucollar

submitted August 24, 2006

Categories: Arm Pits, Exhibitionism, Family Fun

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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 means. In fact, if I resembled anyone in our family, at least by ambition, it was my Uncle Jake. He was laid back and happy just to get by and live life to the fullest; at least that what I hear about him. Actually the more I thought about it throughout the weekend I figured this was my dad’s way of shocking me into seeing what life can be like without an education. Not that Jake isn't at all successful; he owns his own business and employees a couple guys here and there. So he's not exactly a failure. He just never rose to my father's level. But then again, from what I hear, he's not as stuffy and arrogant as my dad is either.

So Sunday, as I said, came way too quick. I was sitting on my bed, for the last time for a while, watching my mom go through my closet helping me decide what to bring with me. It came down to all my cloths and not much else. I did pack my computer and my games. I figured I could always come up with room for that.

By 11 am I was in my father's study again going over the route to Jacksonville. It was about 325 miles to Uncle Jake's. My dad made sure my cell phone was fully charged himself and made sure my Colorado had all its systems checked. He figured I should be at Uncle Jake's by 6 pm if I left no later than 12:30 pm.

He detailed the route for me down to the driveway that ran along Uncle Jake's trailer. He even Googled all the rest stops on the way and gave me the ratings of certain restaurants on the way. All I wanted was out of there by this point.

12:30 was all at once upon me. My truck was loaded with my stuff in the extended cab behind the seats; just clothes and computer. I had board shorts and a tee shirt on with my flips. I stood on the driveway saying goodbye, first to my mom. She held back tears as she hugged me. My dad gave me a very fatherly hug and pushed me towards the cab of the truck. Ok, fine, I get it. He wanted me to move on with my life. He was always very black and white about things. This was just one of those things.

I got into the truck and pulled out of the drive. I looked back one last time and drove on. I had a feeling that I wasn't going back anytime soon. That, as much as I enjoyed the finer things my folks had to offer, I knew it was never for me. I turned the corner and pulled over. I stripped off my shirt, put the windows down, and turned up the tunes. I was off.

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It was 6:23 pm when I pulled into my Uncle's trailer park. It was a run down type of place that was about 10 blocks from the ocean. I found the cul-de-sac two blocks into the park and turned down it. At the very end was my Uncle's place. It was like a twenty year old trailer with a deck built on the side. There was a sting of party lights strung on the top of the deck that was lit up even though it was light outside. As I pulled up closer I saw two figures up on the deck. I turned into the drive and got out of the truck. I was still just in my board shorts and barefoot.

"Cole? Is that you buddy?" I heard from the deck as I saw one of the dudes on the deck getting up. Both guys were just in board shorts like me but the one getting up was a fucking hunk. His shorts were riding along his pubes, like mine, and his tan was awesome. He had a tat on his left bicep of barb wire and some sort of other object. His hair was medium length, growing over his ears but longer in the back. His face had a couple of day’s growth on it. I couldn't see the other dude in the shadows as well.

As I climbed the steps Jake met me, "Dude, look at you man. You're all grown up." he said as he took me in a bear hug. The man was fucking hot. And his scent, totally natural and clean. No fucking perfumes or nothing--just him. His muscles too, damn they felt hot against my skin, and I hugged back like crazy. I was totally drawn to this man.

Jake pulled away and said, "Cole, this is my buddy Sal. Sal, by nephew, Cole." I then was able to take in the friend. He seemed to be a mixture of African American and Cuban or something. He was about 5' 10" and built like, as the old saying goes, a brick shit house. He stood to shake my hand and I noticed he only had on silk gym shorts hanging down low with abs to fucking die for. He was smooth and dark and built. The outline of his package in his shorts was so well displayed it looked almost planned.

"Cole, we were just having a few brews before Sal had to get back home, you care to join us or you too wiped out from the ride man?" Jake asked.

"Nah man, I could use some suds man. I would like to join you." And I could sit here all night and sniff both of you and be perfectly happy....

To be continued.....

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