We moved in to a trailer park several miles out of town. It wasn't a bad trailer. We were almost dead center of the trailer park. The park itself was just up a hill from a large wooded area with a creek. I hung out down there in the woods a lot until I finally met Brett, an 18 year old hottie. Finally — someone my age !

Brett and his father Lance moved in about a month after my family had and they lived in the very rear of the trailer park, the far corner lot, right up against the tree line. I would pass their trailer on my way down to the creek.

Brett and I met one summer morning when I was walking by to go for a swim. He introduced himself and I invited him along. He asked me to wait while he changed and got permission from his father. It only took him a minute before he was back in a tight pair of cut-off shorts, the same as I was wearing, and with with a towel slung round his shoulders.

Now, Brett was beautiful. He was about 5'11", with dark hair – even on his stomach – a line going from naval to the top of his shorts. He had bright blue eyes, and was around 180 pounds of muscle, with a large basket in his cut-offs.

I was 5'9", and very skinny, with blue eyes, and blond hair, but no body hair really, except a small patch above my 6" cock.

Brett and I quickly became friends. He didn't seem interested in guys, always talking about his ex-girlfriend, and in general he seemed very masculine, like his father. Two or three weeks after we met, Brett invited me to spend the night with him and his father. He planned on the two of us going camping down by the creek.

We both got permission from our parents, and on the Friday morning we were to meet, I showed up at his door with all my camping stuff. But Brett's father answered the door, very drunk and naked, exposing his at least 10" hard-on.

He reached out and grabbed me by the strap of my backpack and while pulling me in, told me to come on in. He didn't seem to realize he was naked and hard. He kept trying to tell me in very slurred speech, that Brett's mother had come into town, and since she rarely got to see Brett, Brett would be staying with her for the weekend. Brett had told his father to apologize for him, and to let me know we would do it the next weekend.

Then, Brett's dad Lance offered me a beer. I accepted readily, not wanting to leave this beautiful sight of a man. He and Brett looked an awful lot alike except that Lance was 6' at least, and weighed at least 240, again all muscle.

He brought me the beer and fell into the sofa right next to me. He put his arm around me and kept pulling me closer to him. He smelled terrific. My cock had been rock-hard in my shorts since the second I had seen him at the door.

Lance then offered to get me high. I had only smoked pot a few times with my older brother. I liked it, it made me really horny – so horny in fact, I had blown my brother and all three of his friends that had smoked with us the first time. But that's another story! Anyway, I agreed to smoke with Lance and he pulled out a joint from his cigarette pack.

I was only a beginner smoker, so after two or three hits, I was gone. Instead of stopping, though, I shared the entire joint with the man. By the time we were done, I could barely move. I just lay their with my head against his chest for quite a while, his stiff dick only inches from my mouth. I was too scared to touch it or take it into my mouth. I was worried his friendliness was just because of his drinking and smoking.

After a while he got up and went to get himself another beer, again offering me another one, which I refused still having most of the first one left. I did agree to smoke another joint with him. He said he had to roll another, and told me to come with him. We went to his bedroom.

For a trailer, his bedroom was huge, There was a Jacuzzi bath tub to the right and his bed to the left and a private bathroom further down.

In his room, he worked at the dresser for a few minutes while I stood there staring at him. Until he lit up.

As we shared the joint, I got higher and higher I don’t know how many times he said it, but I finally heard Him telling me to get comfortable, gesturing to his bed. I kicked off my shoes and lay down with my head on the pillows.

As I lay there, Lance turned on the TV and started a movie in the VCR. It went directly to a scene with an incredibly buff man ramming his cock as hard as he could into some woman. Lance looked over at me and asked if I had ever watched porn before.

"No," was all I could stutter back to him.

He said that if I wanted, I could take off my clothes to watch. It made the movie more enjoyable.

I jumped up at the welcome suggestion and shed my clothes, my hard dick bouncing out of my shorts, dripping pre-cum all over.

Lance went to the tub and turned on the water before he came back to the bed and lay down beside me. He lay on his side, facing me. He just kept staring at me until I blushed and asked, "What?"

He laughed again and pushed his arm under my neck and shoulders so he could pull me close as he rolled over onto his back. He pulled so that my head was again laying on his chest, inches away from his cock.

This time, I took the hint and slid lower, until his dick was right at my lips. there I tentatively licked the head of his tool. He moaned loudly before saying, "Yeah, boy. Take that cock into your mouth!"

Quickly, I swallowed as much as I could – almost four inches, butI knew my throat would open more the longer his tool was in there. I swirled my tongue around the head and sucked more of him into my throat. I backed up and went down on it, licking and sucking as much as I could into my mouth. He began to push on the back of my head, choking me. He wouldn't give me the time I needed to get used to him in my mouth. He just pushed harder and harder until his entire tool was in my mouth and his pubes were tickling my nose.

I panicked and pushed back as hard as I could until he let me back off enough to get some air. He told me catch my breath and do it again. I just needed a moment before I went back down on him. This time I was able to swallow most of it. Maybe an inch or two were left before he again pushed me onto his tool, forcing the rest into my throat. He began to fuck my throat, pulling almost all the way out before raising his hips and pushing my head all the way back down on his cock.

I wasn't chocking anymore – a good thing since he showed no signs of taking it easy on me. He fucked my throat for a long time. I didn't think he was going to be able to cum because of the alcohol and drugs, but after a few minutes he began breathing harder and his cock swelled even bigger. I knew he was going to cum. Yes, I wanted him to cum in my mouth!

Suddenly, he pushed my head down and held it there, so tight against him that it scared me again. He held me there while his cock began to squirt load after load of cum into my mouth and throat. I swallowed what I could while choking, unable to breath.

I was getting dizzy and feeling that I would black out when he finally released my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth, still hard, shooting droplets of cum onto my face.

I lay there, my head resting on his chest as I tried to catch my breath.

Suddenly he remembered the water was running in the bath and pushed me off of him while he staggered, jumped to turn it off. It had over-run and was all over the floor of the trailer, but he just climbed in, spilling more, before telling me to join him in the tub.

The water was really hot, so all I could really put in was my feet; it took a lot not to pull them right back out. So I sat on the edge of the overflowing tub.

Lance moved between my legs and swallowed my dick in one gulp. I came instantly, while he kept sucking and swallowing my cum. Once I'd finished shooting, he pulled off my still-hard cock and sat back in the water pulling me in on top of his lap. He held me there and began to kiss, ramming his tongue into my mouth and spinning me around so that we were face to face, our dicks rubbing against each other between us.

After a while of this, he pulled away and reached for the soap. He washed me all over, spending a lot of time finger-fucking my ass. He kept going on about how tight I was and how I needed to relax so he could fuck me.

When I failed to relax he set me aside, cleaned himself, rinsed us both off and we got out to dry off. He lit another joint and again we smoked. By the time we were done with that, I was relaxed, very relaxed, in fact close to unconscious and Lance laid me over the edge of the bed. Again he finger-fucked me, using Vaseline as lube. He was soon up to three fingers and was working on the fourth. I wanted him in me! He could tell because I kept backing up onto his fingers as he worked them in and out of my hole.

He told me that if I wanted him to fuck me I'd have to beg him. I begged.

"Sir, please put your dick in me! Fuck my hole! Use me, please! Fill me with your cum!"

"Oh, yeah, that's it! Tell me you want it" he said as he pulled his fingers away and moved in behind me. His cock-head pushing in met little resistance. He didn't wait. He just began to plow me fast and hard. It was so wonderful. I couldn't stop begging him for more, "Fuck me, sir. Fuck me harder."

His cock kept ramming into me. I came again, shooting my load all over the bed. I came again, a few minutes later, and still he kept fucking my hole. As I was coming for the third time, he began to grunt and thrust deeper inside of me until he yelled that he was coming and slammed into me for the final time, as deep as he possible could. He held his cock in me and I felt the cum shooting inside of me.

He collapsed on top of me right there, still inside me, still hard as a rock. We lay over the edge of the bed as he caught his breath. We lay there for a while, his cock still deep inside of me. I wanted more, so I began to wiggle my ass under him, slowly moving him in and out of my hole. I did not want this to end, not yet, I wanted him to fuck me again.

Gradually he understood and stood back up so he could turn me around without taking his cock out of me. He put my legs up over his shoulders and then pushed me forward so that he could climb onto the bed and he began to fuck me again. This time slowly. He pulled almost out of me and then back in, over and over again. Very slowly he picked up speed until he was riding me hard again.

Again I came, my cum spraying between us. He wiped it off my chest with his hand then put his hand to my mouth for me to lick clean. I did, then stretched my neck up so that I could lick it off his chest. Once I'd gotten all the cum off his chest I began to suck and nip at his nipple. He really must have liked that, because he began to pant again getting ready to cum. He slammed into me hard as he could. Just as he began to shoot his load, he pulled out of me and leaned forward so that he could cum onto my face and into my open mouth.

Finally he lay down beside me and began to lick his cum from my face. Once he'd gotten my face clean, he pulled me close and held me as he began to snore softly.

We slept for a bit before he woke me up, He turned me toward him pulling me to him. He suggested that since I already had permission to spend the night out I should stay there with him. Of course, he was right. Mom already knew I was gone until late afternoon the next day, so I stayed.