Trailer Living, Part 3
submitted September 1, 2006
Categories: Arm Pits, Exhibitionism, Family Fun
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 the left was the kitchen which then continued into the Living Room. To the right were three doorways without doors. The first doorway went into the bathroom. The second went into a small, very small, bedroom. The third went into the master bedroom with seemed like it took up about a third of the trailer. The small bedroom had a twin bed and a desk and a chest of drawers.
"Cole, I know its small man but it’s all I got to offer you right now. Hope it isn't too bad. You can use any part of the place anytime you want man. I never put the doors back on after I moved the walls around. If it bothers you man I can find a door tomorrow."
This was cool and scary at the same time. No doors. My Uncle is obviously comfortable with himself. The place is a bit of a sty. Not used to that in the whole house...just my room at home. There are beer bottles everywhere and clothes thrown everywhere.
"I'm not much of a house keeper either bud. Hope it all doesn't gross you out too much. I thought about cleaning up but then I figured it would just find its way to being a mess anyway. Can you cope dude?"
"It's cool Jake. I don't need much man and as far as the mess I will feel like I'm in my room at home man. Actually this is cleaner." I laughed.
"Cool Cole. I'm gonna hit the hay man. I am bushed. You can watch the tube or go to bed man, it’s up to you. You won't have to work for a few days so take it easy. I on the other hand have to meet a couple of my guys at about 7:30." Jake said as he turned to the master bedroom and dropped his shorts as he walked towards his bed. His muscular globes glowed in the light of the outside street lamps. I couldn't believe it. The dude was so casual and cool; my type of bud. He was so opposite from my dad I couldn't believe it.
I was exhausted as well. I turned to the twin bed and dropped my shorts and hit the sack. I didn't even bother to use the covers. I just fell asleep. The next thing I knew there was a stream of light coming into the window over the bed. I looked up and let my hand go down to my piss hard on. I stretched with my other arm. As I came out of my stretch I opened my eyes and at the doorway was Jake. His painter shorts were wide open with the zipper all the way down just hanging off his hips and his arms were over his head on the door jamb. He had a smirk on his face that looked like he just swallowed the canary.
"Good Moring little bro. How'd you sleep?" he said as his right hand caressed his chest then his stomach then went down into his pants and stayed there. He actually looked like a guy getting horned up.
I then realized that I was stark naked with a massive morning wood. I thought about covering up real quick but then thought what the fuck. "It was good Jake. You on your way out man?" I tried to act casual.
"Yeah I am; I left some spare keys to the place on the table and there's plenty of food. The beach is ten blocks down the street man so I'm sure you'll keep yourself occupied." he said as he turned. I noticed he had on work boots also. He grabbed a shirt off the chair and turned back around. "I'm gonna make an early day of it bud. Be back around 1 o'clock. Try to be here then and we'll fuck off together doing something, alright man?"
"Sure Jake, sounds good." I started getting out of bed.
"You better take care of that wood first bud." Jake grinned as he went out the door of the trailer. I was shocked. No one ever was that open with me. But who was I to argue. The dude was hot and standing in the doorway like that made me hotter than I have been in a while. That arm over his head with the tatt on it and his sexy grin. Fuck he was hot. And his scent man, I could smell him across the room. Fucking hot! I started jacking right away.
I was getting off on my own pit, sniffing and licking it, and jacking at the same time. All of a sudden I heard: "Sorry Cole, if I could interrupt..." I opened my eyes and Jake was back at the door. I didn't know what to do. "Err...sorry dude. I just wanted you to know that the window in your truck was still down. I didn't know if you had anything valuable in there. Sorry again, carry on..." he grinned again as he turned. And I could swear I saw his cock sticking out of his zipper like it had gotten hard or something.
My cock had deflated a bit but then I was even hornier by getting caught. I did carry on and it was one of the hottest jackoff sessions I've ever had. I came in spasms thinking about that evil grin of Jake's as he stood in my doorway and the possibilities it held.