Did I take a shower yesterday? Jimmy wondered. Lifting his arm he took a big whiff. Nope. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his phone light up. He reached over and picked it up. It was a Growlr notification. Some rando just texted him "Hi" and unlocked private pics. Jimmy went to the messages and checked the guy out. Not too bad he thought. Screen name was Ringo. No face pic but he could tell it might be his type. Ringo had a medium build, the pits of his t-shirt looked wet and his jeans looked like they hadn't been washed in days - maybe longer. The private pics showed an average size but uncut cock, always a plus. No telling how strong the scent of that would be. Next was a short video of the dude running his fingers in the crevice between his balls and thigh and then sniffing them. Jimmy's cock twitched to life inside the dirty Walmart basketball shorts he was wearing. What the hell? I'm off today he thought as he messaged the guy back to ask What you doin' today? No reply for about 15 minutes. Jimmy was about to give up when he hear the alert go off.
Just lookin' for a raunchy boy to bust a nut with the dude replied.
Where you at? Jimmy asked.
Trailer park on 521 came the reply, then You comin over?
Leaving now Jimmy texted back as he slipped on a pair of half-worn-out flip flops by the door and walked to his old Silverado.
Go past the tan colored ones, I'm in the brown one the man shot back, almost as if an after thought.
Jimmy texted back a thumbs up emogee as he fired up the old truck and started down the driveway. It was in the upper 90s today, the humidity was high and the AC in the Silverado had given up a year or so ago. Jimmy left the house with nothing but his cheap shorts and a pair of flip flops. He reached into the little ice chest in the passenger floor board and pulled out a mostly cold Mountain Dew and turned up the Van Halen song on the radio. Fifteen minutes later he reduced to a slow cruise as the trailer park appeared on county road 521. He watched the trailers as he went by: Gray, tan, tan, tan, gray, tan and up ahead he saw the brown trailer. It's the only brown one around, this has to be it he thought. As he pulled into the drive, the door opened and he could see a bare-ass naked guy standing in the shadows. He threw the truck in park and jumped out. Stepping into the trailer he was hit with man smell and started chubbing up a little. The guy went back to sit on the couch. He didn't have any air conditioning running just a couple of cheap box fans blowing the hot air around.
"Terry" the guy said as he patted the couch beside him. Jimmy went over and sat down.
"I'm Jimmy" he said. He took in all of Terry, thinking to himself that Terry should be posting a face picture; that's all he would really need. The man was right around 6 feet tall, dirty blonde hair and gray blue eyes. He wasn't super jacked muscular but was toned. Terry's upper body had a thin sheen of sweat but the stink was only medium. Terry figured that he was probably only a day or so past a shower, like himself. There was still a faint trace of deodorant barely hanging on.
"Make yourself at home" Terry told him.
Jimmy stood and slid off the flip flops and dropped his shorts, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. Terry evaluated his new friend. Jimmy had brown hair and brown eyes, was about his height and weight, a little more muscle definition which was hot and it looked like his dick might be a fraction longer. Jimmy took his seat on the couch again and by now his dick was stiff and the head was poking out of the skin about a half inch. Terry leaned back and skinned his dick back. Jimmy was hit with the smell of the unwashed dick pheromones and his own cock immediately went rock hard. He didn't even look for permission before he leaned over and took the odorous cock in his mouth, he didn't stop until the head was lodged in his throat. Terry sighed and reached for Jimmy's dick. He pulled the skin back and circled the head with his hand, then brought the hand to his nose for a smell.
He stopped Jimmy's sucking long enough to rearrange them so they were head to toe on the couch and Jimmy's cock was dangling down over his face. He stretched his neck up and caught Jimmy's rod in his mouth and started going to town on it. That caused Jimmy to stop his ministrations for a minute. Terry slipped a finger between the mounds of Jimmy's ass and his thick middle finger rubbed Jimmy's pucker. All that caused Jimmy to shove his cock down Terry's throat making the fellow gag from the unexpected intruder. It didn't take his long to rebound. A few seconds later he jacked his hips up and shoved his own dick into Jimmy's throat.
Terry's thick finger knocking at his back door was causing Jimmy to go into the rut. He pulled off of Terry's dick and spun around to sit on it, taking the full length in one motion. He was so fired up he rode the dick like a cowboy on a bucking bronc. Terry's head was on the arm of the nasty couch and his eyes were closed with his mouth open. Jimmy leaned forward and stuck his tongue into Terry's mouth. Terry opened his eyes as he wrapped his tongue around Jimmy's. After a few minutes of passionate making out, Terry flipped them over putting Jimmy on his back and pushed Jimmy's legs up until they touched his shoulders as he began to fuck the life out of Jimmy. He reached behind him and grabbed one of the ragged accent pillows and shoved it under Jimmy's ass to change the angle. When he started humping again he was sliding right across Jimmy's love nut. First, Jimmy started moaning, then writhing, then begging to cum. After about ten minutes of pounding Jimmy's will broke and he flooded his hairy stomach with a couple of days worth of cum. The tightening of Jimmy's asshole set Terry off and pretty soon he was flooding Jimmy's ass with his own load, after which, he collapsed onto Jimmy squishing the cum between them.
When they woke up it was getting dark outside. Terry had slipped over to the side and his flaccid dick had fallen out of Jimmy's ass. In the gray of the evening the box fans weren't struggling as much. It was actually kind of comfortable now. Terry got up and made his way to the bathroom, Jimmy followed him and they stood side by side relieving their bladders in the tiny dirty bathroom.
Terry walked back into the living room and rubbed his hand in the sweat/cum mixture on his stomach as he got on the couch on his knees facing the back, making his ass available. He rubbed the slimy mix onto his hole and Jimmy didn't need any further encouragement for him to plug the waiting hole. He spit on Terry's hole and lined up the head of his cock. Terry looked back and nodded and Jimmy started easing into the fleshy furnace. As his dick was slowly sinking into Terry's ass, Jimmy grabbed a handful of oily blonde hair and pulled Terry's head back toward him for a kiss. He massaged Terry's back as he fucked. There was enough sweat he didn't need massage oil.
He'd been pumping about 20 minutes and was getting pretty close so he reached under Terry and gripped his cock and began jacking him fast and steady. Jimmy's last few strokes he slammed into Terry's ass and started to flood his bowels. He felt his hand get slick as Terry shot his nut all over the couch cushions.
It was close to 10pm so Jimmy decided to head for home. He made sure to exchange numbers with Terry before he pulled his cheap shorts and flip flops on and headed out to the truck. Even this late in the evening the temp was still in the 80s. Back at home, Jimmy flopped onto his bed and turned out the lamp. His phone alerted him to a text message. When are we getting together again? It said. Soon Jimmy replied smiling, then laid the phone down and went to sleep.