Trailer park boys.

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Trailer park boys. Part 9

Mason text a picture of himself and asked if I was hungry again, but I still have not seen him since our first meeting. I'd been here three weeks and have yet to venture beyond my trailer. I wondered if the pool was still present, and there use to be a playground/park way at the back as well. I threw on a swimsuit underneath my shorts and hit the road. The pool had long since been removed and a half dozen newer trailer resided in it's location, but the park area, albeit very neglected, was still there. I first set eyes on Boone here many years ago. He was hanging with a group of friends drinking beer on the wooden bridge that crossed over a small creek. I had a lot of first on that bridge. My first beer, first cigarette, and first hit of marijuana, I also got my first hard-on caused by another boy here. I hoped it would still be here and brought a couple beers to enjoy. Several groups of hikers past by and we exchanged pleasantries. A boy similar in age to myself plopped down next to me and introduced himself.

"I'm Joe...You new around here?" Joe asked.

Joe was, without a doubt, gay. Life is funny. If one wants to find something they simply need stop looking.

"Adam...And sort of...I moved into my Grand Ma's place up front, but when I was kid I was here all the time...Funny how so little has changed" I replied.

"So you're the fag in Mrs. Smith's place...Sorry you live across the street from Douchebag...How is she?" Joe asked.

"I'd prefer gay, but yes...She passed away a few years ago" I responded and ignored the reference to Boone.

I immediately liked Joe. His upbeat nature was infectious. He was cute, Not my type cute, but cute. I admired a guy who was simply themselves. Joe was on the girly side, but he embraced it rather then making any effort to hide.

I asked him "Did you grow up here?"

"We moved here about 8 years ago, so, sort of...I'm 22...You?" He replied.

"I turn 27 next month...Ughh" I answered.

"I have a brother your age...Weston...Wes" Joe stated.

"Cool...He live here too?" I inquired.

"Nah...He's married and lives down the road, but I see him all the time...He's my hero dude" Joe said.

I was curious "How so?"

"He protected me when I was younger...I think he knew I was gay before I did and didn't allow people to pick on me...Like Boone for example" Joe said sincerely.

"Sounds like a great brother...Wish I had one of those growing up...I caught hell in highschool...Wait...Does he drive a red Jeep with a couple of rifles visible in the drivers side rear window?" I stated.

"Yes...Why?" He replied cautiously.

"No reason...I've seen it parked at Boone's and kind of just put it together" I answered.

We exchanged contact info and Joe went on his way. I hung out and finished a beer and went back home. Joe and I became fast friends and I told him about some of my escapades since arriving. Including, in great detail, my tryst with Boone. I offered to orchestrate a rendezvous, but he declined without explanation, but Joe never referred to Boone as Douchebag again. He ended our most recent conversation with the sweetest words "You're my first gay friend Adam and I'm glad it was you!". I'm sure you're wondering, Yes, we attempted messing around one time and it just did not work. No offense, but effeminate guys do nothing for me sexually. Plus what I really needed was a friend only. The next morning Joe texted me.

"Wes and I going fishing...Interested??" He messaged.

I wasn't remotely interested in fishing, in fact I felt it was unnecessarily cruel, but I did want set eyes on the brother he spoke so highly of and replied.

"I do...Not so much a fisherman, but I'd like to hangout if that's cool" I sent.

"I'm not either...Crazy how much we have in common...The park at 11am" He informed me.

Khaki shorts and a lightweight flannel seemed appropriate for the occasion. They were getting out the Jeep just as I arrived. I met Joe on the passenger side of the vehicle. I may not have described Joe's physical appearance, but he's short, like myself, and a good fifteen pounds lighter and is exactly what is referred to as "twink". So, when Wes rounded the corner I was near floored. He's a big country guy. 5' 10" and buzzed short darker hair. His shoulders were broad and sported a very tight white t-shirt, nice designer jeans with a white leather belt that rode his hips while not being anywhere near snug to his waist. Wes is smoking hot. Pin-up poster smoking hot!

Wes approached me and said "Nice to finally put a face to the name...Joe goes on and on about you" And extended his left hand.

"You as well" I replied and endured a vigorous handshake.

Joe and I trailed behind and made two strides to a single Wes step.

"You didn't tell me your brother was hot!" I said quietly to Joe.

"I don't see him that way...But sure he's good looking" He replied.

It wasn't a long trek and we crossed the bridge and followed an unbeaten trail along the creek till we came to a spot where the water was deeper.

"Adam...This is my secret spot and you must swear to never divulge it" Wes said jokingly.

"I swear" I replied in a similar joking tone.

Wes did all the fishing and Joe and myself basked in the sun for the next hour. I wasn't sure if silence was required during fishing, but no one was talking.

"Guess they're just not biting today" I said to Wes.

"Patience grasshopper...Patience" He replied quietly and held an index finger to his lips.

Based on appearance I would have thought Wes to be arrogant, but not the case. He was well-mannered and humble. It was clear he and Joe had a strong bond. Wes caught nothing that afternoon.

"Ya'll want to get going soon?" Wes asked us.

We both jumped up indicating we were very ready. This had a been a nice day, but we were over it. Wes laughed a bit.

"Guess so...Haha...I'll meet ya'll on the bridge...I'm gonna take a swim" He said and pulled his shirt over his head.

Unbelievable! I already knew he was cut, but his torso was ripped beyond belief.

"Let's roll Adam" Joe said and grabbed my hand snapping me from a trance.

We headed back down the trail.

"What does Wes do for work?" I asked Joe.

"Guess" He said.

The moment he spoke I knew and said "Fireman"

"Nailed it...Wes was last years Mr. July" Joe said joyfully.

We got to the bridge to wait. I could see Wes's naked body in the distance and watched for a few minutes till Joe drew my attention.

"Shit" He said softly.

I saw what he was talking about. Two boys were heading our way. I say boys because anyone younger than myself is a boy, anyone my age is a guy, and guys over 40 were men. These two appeared to be Joe's approximate age.

"Sup faggot" One of them said to Joe.

"Yeah...That your faggot boyfriend faggot?" The other said.

I had quite a bit of experience with bullies and the best thing to do is not respond. They could have easily passed right by but they did not.

"You guys making out down here" The taller of two said aloud.

Joe stupidly opened his mouth "Leave us alone Sam...We're not bothering you"

Another thing with bullies is once they get a reaction they want another. These two guy made us both nervous. Then thankfully Wes came the rescue.

"Think Sam is in need of a reminder" Wes said as he emerged from the bushes and added "Leave my brother and his boyfriend alone".

Wes had such a presence, I kid you not, Sam and his bully buddy ran like scared little girls.

He asked Joe "What did I tell you about engaging them Joe?"

"I know...Ignore them and they will leave" He replied.

That is exactly the route to take with guys like that. They have little to say beyond mocking their victims and fueling that fire is a bad idea.

"Thank you Wes...But...We are not boyfriends" I said.

He looked dumbfounded. Like it was inconceivable to him that we were not a couple. We walked back to the car and said our goodbyes and went separate ways. Wes did offer me a lift but I wanted to walk.

It was Friday night and the natives were restless. Liam and Riley both hit me up, but I declined by not responding. Not to sound ungrateful, but I grew weary of that type of attention. Now if it were Mason I may feel differently. I liked Mason and dreamed of him living here. He'd come home from work and we'd lay on the sofa watching TV. I knew it was ridiculous, but can't a guy fantasize? I settled in for the night and watched a movie till I got another text.

It was a private number and contained a picture only. A close-up shot of a dude in traditional white underwear and he had a massive bulge. I replied to this message.

"Very nice!!...Take them off please" I sent and waited for a reply that didn't arrive.

Something told me this was Boone's doing. He's probably sitting across the street fucking with me. I looked and his lady's car was also in his drive. While I do not think the picture was of him, even though the length was correct, the internet has unlimited quantities. Speaking of the internet I did locate Mr. July. Wes rocked his turnout pants, you know the ones with red suspenders, and nothing else. The picture was more about his huge bare feet than anything fireman related, and they were amazing. Clearly, they knew how to sell calenders. I locked the house and went to bed.

Joe came over first thing in the morning. We had planned to chill, but he had a better idea.

"Morning Adam" Joe said and started some coffee.

"What is up girlfriend" I replied.

I don't typically refer to other gay guys as "girlfriend" since I find it demeaning, but Joe liked it. It was an unusual gloomy start to the day.

"So...I was thinking...There's an adult book store 20 miles away...I think we should go" Joe suggested.

"Define adult book store?" I said.

"Seriously??" He answered.

I knew what he was talking about. they're seedy joints that sell adult movies and a lot of gays perform oral sex on the patrons in dirty dark back rooms.

"Jesus...You wanna go suck cock or not" Joe said sounding annoyed.

"Not...I guess" I replied.

"Are you sure you're gay?" He asked me laughing.

I had a stroke of genius! And Coop would fit the bill.

"How about this...You want to see a movie?" I asked him.

"Not really...I would like to suck suck...Thought I made that plain girl" He replied.

I told him about Coop. I didn't give him a lot of details, but enough to pique some interest. I hit Coop up on messenger and arranged the whole thing. I told him Joe was a newbie and ask that he please go easy. He said he would, and thanked me for the referral, but I doubt he meant either. In any event I believed Joe would manage.

"7pm out at the route 8 theater...He drives a big blue pick-up with stacks...You cannot miss it" I told the newly excited Joe and showed him Coop's facebook.

"I may not be a Ho, but for him I'll make an exception...Coop is hot!!" He said enthusiastically.

"Just so you are aware he's an asshole, an asshole with a big rod, but for sure an asshole...And do not ever get in his truck...Ever" I said.

"Oh yeah...How big?...7 inches?...Bigger???" He said enthusiastically.

"I bet you were the kid that carefully peeked at hidden gifts before Christmas?" I asked him jokingly.

"You're not going to tell me is what I get from that" Joe said and we both laughed.

He attempted to obtain more Coop details, but I was a rock. We hung out till 5:30 then Joe went home to primp. I wanted him to be genuinely surprised when presented with Coop's 8 inches of country boy cock. I was so happy to have met Joe. Even though the world worked against him he saw nothing but possibilities. Everyone should be a Joe.

I took a shower and readied for bed while the sun still shined. I texted Mason, but he left me hanging. I got another text from the same private number. The picture was very much alike the previous offering, but an inch of the backside of the head peeked out. I replied.

"Great!...An inch at a time?...I'm thinking another 7 days and I'll get to see what you're working with" I sent to the unknown individual.

I did not expect a response, but the defense was wrong!

"7 and half more days to be more accurate" He texted.

Pretty sure he's telling me there is 8.5 inches of meat packed into those snug whities. I was intrigued and messaged him back.

"Just so I know are those days going to be thick and juicy?" I sent to no reply.

I sent one more follow-up hoping to speed things along "I pray the world doesn't end before next Saturday"

Still no reply. I have to admit I enjoyed "the game". I believe we have officially established two things, 1. the photos are of the person sending and not random internet smut and 2. it is not Coop. My mind ran with prospects. Joe texted.

"He so nice...He just bought my snowcaps...I wanted hot tamales but got shut down...Lol" He sent.

"Enjoy the movie...Let me know how it went and please be safe" I replied and fell asleep.

I read Joe's messages at first light.

"I've never sucked cock for snowcaps before!!...You're right...He is such an asshole, so we're gonna make a weekly thing of it...Lol...From the bottom of my throat, Thank you" Joe's text read.

I, also received another text picture from who I've entered into my contacts as "Unknown 8.5" He had stepped the time line up and revealed half of himself. A very pretty cock and just to clarify, also, thick and juicy. I, of course, replied. It would be rude not to.

"You have my undivided attention!!" I sent.

I made plans with Joe to hang at the bridge and have a couple beers. I hoped Wes would also join us, but didn't want to ask Joe to invite him. I didn't want him to think I was using him to get near his hot married brother, but I kind of was. It was a harmless mild infactuation even though it would never bear fruit. I walked down the hill and saw only Joe.

Before I could open my mouth to speak Joe gave me a look then gestured I shouldn't speak and pointed down the creek. I slowly walked on to the bridge and looked. It was Wes with his pants rolled up to the knees and walking around in the water flipping rocks. Joe didn't want me expose the dirty lil cocksucker he was becoming.

"Hey Wes" I said loudly.

"Hey yourself...You ever eat crawfish Adam?" Wes asked.

"Can't say I have...It's like a baby lobster right?...Haha" I replied and sat next to Joe.

"The taste is somewhat similar and it's a little tricky to get the meat, but I think you'd like them...Joe's a fan" Handsome Wes said.

I kicked off my shoes and joined him. The water was 3-4 inches in depth.

"How do you know where they are?" I asked Wes.

"You don't...Watch" He replied and bent over to heave a stone then quickly added "Right there...Grab it Adam!!"

I fell to my knees and cupped my hands over the little critter. Wes's big hoof was very close to my proximity. I looked up at him and asked.

"Now what?" I said.

Wes sqautted and placed a hand on my shoulder and talked me through the mission.

"Close your hands around it and the soil underneath...They can dig in pretty quick" He instructed.

I followed the instructions to a tee. I could feel the little critter in my grasp.

"What do I do with it now" I said nervously.

Wes expeditiously returned with a bucket. I dumped my bounty. There must have 40 of them baby lobsters in there.

"Geez...How many would one person eat?...Do they also make mini claw crackers for the little guys?" I asked Wes and laughed.

He laughed and said "You don't eat the claws...You snap it in half and suck out the goods"

My eyes followed Wes's trek up stream and he sat next to his brother. I envisioned what he might look like in a pair whitie tighties. As much as I'd like "unkown 8.5" to be Wes it seemed unlikely given his unaltered demeanor. His big hooves grazed the top of the water as they swung. They were massive. I sat next to Wes's boots.

I picked up a boot and said "Wes I dig these...I mean...Not for me, but for guys like you"

"I've had them since high school...If those boots could talk" He replied.

I looked inside the shoe hoping to see a size tag, and there it was. 13.5EEE.

"Jesus Christ" Slipped out of my mouth and I set his boot back down.

"Excuse me" Joe said.

"It's not important" I said.

But it was important. I glanced down at his monster feet. Not only were they large they have been well cared for. Considering how well he tends to the rest of his beautiful form healthy feet were not surprising. I looked a bit too long.

"Huge right?" Wes asked me and snapped me out of the trance.

"What?" I replied.

Wes lifted his left foot from the water and provided me with an unobstructed view and said "My feet dude...I saw you looking at them...You ever seen a set of 14's?" He asked.

I idiotically blurted "Your boot says 13.5 Wes".

"Which means they are half a size short...Like I said I have those things since I was a teenager...I dig your eye for detail Adam" He said.

I lifted a foot and held it close to Wes's "My 8.5's looking baby-ish"

I actually wore size 8's, But I wanted to see if he reacted, in any way, to 8.5. He did not. There was no way he's "unknown 8.5" As much I wanted it to be him it simply was not.

I had almost forgotten Joe was present and decided to have some fun.

"How was the movie last night Joe?" I asked him.

I did catch him of guard, but he recovered nicely "Best flick I've ever seen...I might go see it again next week"

"Maybe I'll roll with you...If that's cool" I said sly like.

"I'd love that...Snowcaps are on me!" Joe replied.

I spoke to Wes "Any kids Wes?"

"No...And I doubt there will be any...We separated two months ago...We got married right out of high school and were different people back then" He said sincerely.

"Sorry to hear that" I replied.

"Don't be...It was amicable...Soon as I find a place to lay my head we're gonna call it quits" Wes stated.

"He doesn't want to live with Mom and Dad" Joe piped in.

I probably should have thought this through before hand, but what fun would that be "Live with me dude" I said.

Joe added his two cents prior to Wes responding "That's a terrible idea!".

Wes responded "Joe may be right...I don't want to intrude".

"You wouldn't be...My place is the perfect set-up for a roommate...2 beds and bath on one end...And a single larger bedroom with bath on the other...Stop by and check it out before you decide" I rattled out.

"That's solid reasoning Adam...I will check it out" Wes said.

I jumped up and said "Let's go!!!" and left.

Joe and Wes spoke softly to one another, although I could not discern the topic. The three of us walked to my place.

"You live across the road from Boone?" Wes asked.

"I do...He's been very helpful since I got into town" I said and shot Joe a look.

"We've been bro's since I don't know when and I have never heard anyone call him helpful...Haha" Wes stated.

I gave Wes a tour.

"This just might work...What do you think Joe?" Wes asked Joe.

Joe replied "Adam I love you...But I stick to my original assessment...It's a terrible idea" then he added "Adam could I speak to you privately?"

We went in the bathroom and Joe quietly berated me "Off limits dude...My brother is defintely not gay...What are you thinking??"

I answered him "I realize he's not into guys...He's a nice guy and I want to help him...Is there anything wrong with that?"

"I suppose not...Know this though, If you turn Wes gay you'll have to answer to my Mom" Joe said.

We went back in the livingroom.

Joe said to Wes "Which room is going to be yours?"

We rallied and got Wes moved in by noon the following day. I stayed on the end where my stuff currently was and Wes took Grand Ma's old room. It was bigger and he was bigger. Joe went home.

"That wasn't so bad...I'll run into town in a bit and make you a key Wes" I said and

I flopped on the sofa and scrolled through my message hoping to see one from my large anonymous friend, but nope. Wes had me cock hungry and I needed to feed! I waited to hear some kind of response from Wes but the room fell quiet.

"Wes" I said again and knocked on the casing of his opened door. He was sprawled out on the bed sleeping. He was adorable. I quietly snuck out of the house to run errands. I did a little clothes shopping then was on my way to cut a new key. I got a text.

"Unknown 8.5" was apparently down with games and sent of pic of his nude groin. It was magnificent. 8.5 sumptuous inches laid between a pair of strong slightly spread thighs. A hefty artery began just below his pubic line and ended where the gradually tapered shaft transitioned into a plump mushroomed head. It was breathtaking! I replied immediately.

"I want that!" I sent.

"I know" He sent back.

"When?" I asked.

"You know the book store out on the edge of town?" He asked.

"I do...When?" I answered.

"3:15pm...Room 3...Stick your hand through the hole and shoot me a hang 10 so I know it's you" He sent.

"I'll be there...What's your name?" I sent.

"Does it matter?" He replied.

I thought for a moment and determined it absolutely did not matter. I replied when I got to the hardware store.

"It absolutely does not matter!!! 3:15. Room 3. Hang 10" I responded.

I was annoyed by how slowly this old guy took to make a single key. I looked at the clock every 30 seconds. It was 2:30 and I had plenty of time, but was still very anxious. The anticipation was making my head spin. I got the book shop at 10 after 3 and was surprised by the number of cars on a Monday afternoon. I felt genuine concern that this was not gonna go as plan. I sat in the parking and messaged him.

"I'm in the parking lot...Are you here yet?...This place is hopping!!...Wanna just get blown in your car??" I texted.

"Don't be nervous...Walk through the front room like you own the joint. Room 3a is the third door on the right and 3b is just after it...I'm waiting" He replied.

I felt like every eye in the room was on me and they all knew I was there to suck cock. I did meander a bit till I located the hallway then sprinted. I closed door 3b behind myself and kneeled in front of the hole. I saw the giant club and it looked more delicious in person. I pressed my mouth to the hole and opened my mouth and extended my tongue I knew it was within my reach. A deep voice cleared his throat and I remembered the code. I quickly stuck a hand through the hole and held out a thumb and pinky and waited. The meat slowly entered my room inch by inch and a big bag followed. I wanted to hear his voice.

"Oh my goodness" I said as I marveled at the site then added "You can call me names if you want...I don't mind" I said awkwardly.

He tapped on the thin wall and swung himself side to side slowly. It beckoned to me! I wrapped my fingers around him to gage the girth. It was nearly Darius thick! I moved on and off the first 4 inches and tongued his leaking head to get a taste. Every time he was free of my mouth I paused for a moment to admire his specimen piece. With each lunge I took a bit more and after 5 minutes his sack grazed my chin for the first time. My still tender lips widened further and further till his hair tickled my nose. I imagined how handsome he was while throating his shaft over and over and over. I was desperate to hear his voice, but he remained silent. An occassional palm slammed the wall here and there, but no words. A combination of saliva and precum ran down my chin. I had gotten comfortable with the size and found a rhythm. Then it happened. He unloaded half a dozen vollies and I eagerly consumed them and licked him clean. I was winded and sat back to breath. The beautiful tool vanished. I wanted to meet him and got to my feet fast and pulled the door open. He was gone. I went back across the store under the surveilance of every pair of creepy eyes in the room. One guy actually stopped me and smiled. I quickly adjusted my trajectory to get past him and got outside. There was no one there. I was heart broken. I felt dirty and drove home feeling rejected although I one could argue the opposite had occured. Wes was standing in front of the stove in a pair of baggy gym shorts when I got home. I handed him the key.

"Here your key dude" I said.

"Adam...What is on your face?" He asked.

I felt my sticky chin and replied "I'm a fucking pig Wes...I just had the biggest greasiest burger of my life" I replied surprising myself with the quick thinking.

"Whataburger...Sometime you just gotta have it!" I added somewhat awkwardly.

"You know Wes...I don't have your number" I asked ending my ramble.

Wes fetched his phone then handed it to me and said "Joe did write it down for me but I forgot to plug it in...Add yourself"

I leaned over the kitchen sink and washed "unknown 8.5" off my face and said "I hope you'll be comfortable here Wes"

"I already am...I can't thank you enough Adam" Wes replied.

As much as I liked looking at him I needed to respect boundaries. Wes is not gay, and the more I want him will not change that.

"I'm gonna shower and crash dude...Been a long day...I'll see you tomorrow" I said to Wes.

"All right...I'll try to save you some crawdads...Thanks you again for everything Adam" Wes replied.

I messaged the hung dude I had just blown "You ran off too quick...I'd really like to meet you?" and got ready to jump in the shower. Then my phone dinged.

It was from an unfamiliar number and contained a single word "Wes"

I replied with a goofy smiling emoji and went to bed. It, truly, had been a very long day.

To be continued......