Trailer Trio
By Billy Jay Dee
I scraped the dirt off my boots one last time as I knocked, waited for the "Come on in!" and then entered the darkened trailer from the uninsulated mud room. Drew stood maybe ten feet way from the door in a faded light blue tee-shirt with blue trim and worn, cheap jeans.
For just a moment his blue eyes sunk back in the sockets of his weathered face, dark with worry. But the wide grin seemed confident of the surprise he planned for me. "How's it hanging, Budrow?"
Before, I could answer the joke, a long wet tongue snaked down my throat, his lips locked down on mine, his wet and wild kiss rained on me. His long bony, hairy arms wrapped around my shoulders, his ribs poking against my chest, as always his forest of strawberry-blonde chest hair cushioned his on rush.
And that slab of meat in his worn Wal-Mart specials poked against my crotch. It had been a long time since my old friend and I screwed around on my living room couch after Saturday morning coffee. And we weren't going to, today either, he'd warned me.
We broke for air. His eyes were afire. His large rough right hand grabbed my ass and started drilling through the denim for my asshole.
"Ready to get fucked?"
He could never admit we'd been fucking one another. His thick sun-bleached eyebrows danced in excitement, shaking his shaggy almost orange hair. His dirty, scarred finger tips with their gnawed off nails began unbuttoning my shirt.
"Somebody anxious?" I asked, my palm stroking the hard ridge of fabric in his pants.
"Oh. It's not for me, Bud." His grin turning into a secret little smile.
"Ah, you want me naked when the mystery man arrives?"
My flannel shirt flittered floorward. Drew folded his long skinny legs and knelt before me, fumbling hurriedly with my belt. He clawed my trousers open, slurped up my little six incher, grabbed handfuls of my "tightie whites" and denim, and yanked everything down to my socks.
I quit asking questions. I had been so long and even back then Drew rarely licked the lizard. My head felt light. My spine arched back. A sigh escaped. I grasped his bony shoulders to keep from falling. My dick started twitching. Drew rolled it and his thick tongue around the inside of his hot wet mouth; two pairs of wet shorts tumbling in the dryer at the laundromat.
He pulled the pants away from my feet, his mouth still suctioned to my crotch. He looked up, his eyes glassed with pleasure, his freckles danced upon the blush red field of his high cheeks. His copper mustache slid in and out of the forest of my brown pubes. "Ike at, mudroo?" he garbled around my twitching dick. His chapped lips hummed. Oh yeah, I liked that.
His right hand knew its way around my ass. His middle finger tore its way in my asshole. I gasped. I arched my knees and he began widening the entrance. I held onto the back of his hairy neck. My dick stood half-erect and Drew's face bounced back and forth on my middle-aged belly.
"Awwwwww," I moaned when his finger made it about half way up my ass and I could smell the butt juices starting to flow. We'd trained my ass up well in that intermittent fling of a few months back.
He shook his bearded jaw back and forth now, holding my erection by the purpled head and letting his tongue drag back and forth. His finger made it all the way in. I was panting.
"Ready for some fucking?" he asked again. His finger popped out of my hole. He yarded himself up and caught me with his left arm as I started to collapse. His left arm herded me towards the back of the trailer.
"Is he here already?" I hoped.
"Bud, he's a really nice guy." My foggy, horned-up brain didn't have time to register "uh-oh". "He just don't look like a nice guy. Give `im a chance, okay?"
We were half way down the dusty carpeted hall. Drew's massive left hand wedged firmly in the small of my back and his right hand curled around my right shoulder.
Now, let me tell you about me and Drew. We are about as tall as a summer day in Alaska is long. Both as fair as the snow. Shoot, my red-headed buddy, Drew, would be an albino if he wasn't so hairy. I'm looking down the hall towards Drew's bedroom. I'm seeing a short dark man lying in his bed. Maybe Hispanic, muscular, stroking his thick cock as he stared up at the ceiling, wide shoulders, and a curly black beard. Did I mention muscles and thick cock?
"Gomez," he calls guiding my naked body, my raging hard-on bouncing with our long strides to the foot of the bed, my knees shaking just a little. Drew's hand on my shoulder felt good. "Let me introduce my best buddy..."
"Budrow!" Gomez shouted with surprise.
Gomez teaches boxing and carries an undeserved reputation for a bad temper. He rented a room from my best friend when his relationship with his girlfriend went south and the cops mistakenly showed up. His nose has obviously broken several times, from barroom brawls people say. Either his head is too short or his face too wide. We are talking mono-brow thicker than most guys' mustaches. His brown eyes are so dark, they look black and lifeless. His beard is scruffy and patchy; torn. His short forehead creased with wrinkles. His features expressionless. His lips habitually looked in a grimace. His jaw firmly locked. Scary. And then he smiles, he's just plain ugly.
"You two know one another?" Drew asks, delight raising the volume on his previously worried voice. His hand began to slide down my back.
"Gomez rented a room from Andy for a while." Our eyes locked. "I hear he can fuck for an hour straight." The walls in Andy's house are very thin.
"And I hear you'd like to get fucked for an hour straight." His sledge like hands on his muscular brown hairy arms held up by his impossible wide muscled shoulders reached for me. His hard chest rose up after his thick fingered hands. His fat brown eight incher popped from the sheets wadded at his narrow waist, waving a string of glistening love juice that ran from the head of his perfect cock to his firm fuzzy belly.
Drew's hand continued to slide down my back and found its way to the crack between my ass cheeks.
"I'll leave you two fellers alone." He shoved me onto Bob. My lips fell on his, as my trembling body fell into his arms and my eyes shut. His lips played discreetly, carefully across mine, as though fearing to scare me off. His beard made sure to not scrape my smooth chin and blushing cheeks. He gently pulled me down atop his thighs. His whole frame shook with hesitation, anticipation and restraint.
"Drew, said nothing but safe sex. I've got all the supplies. I'm already." I'd guess that brown soldier standing in the hunk's lap felt definitely ready, by the way he unconsciously dry humped my inner thigh. "Drew says you like to start on top," he said cheerily, rocking his head and broad shoulders side to side.
I pressed an index finger to his lips, to calm his worried words, to quench the shudders of anticipation. "It's been a while. But once I get settled on that big cock of yours, we can do it anyway you want."
Gomez's mouth falls open in response, saliva curls at his lower lip, then slips over bounces down his chest and splatters the top of his cock. He never notices. I run my hand up and down his cock lubricating his rod with his saliva and pre-cum. His thick dick stirs in my hand.
He says, "Mmmm, you miss getting it from a big cock."
I say, "Yep." I lick his tiny nipples, little boy nubs lost in the black fur on his chest.
"My beam is wide, no? Not as long as Drew's but thick."
I chuckled aloud at that. So Drew had finally found someone to bone his butt, like he used to do mine. I get Bob to stand up on his knees. You can almost hear that brown, stiff cock go "Sproing" when it pops out of the sheet that snagged it. I grab it and start to lick it from my squatting position at the foot of the bed. The purple veins stand out in sharp relief on his fat fudge pole. The glans is the dark purple of most mature Hispanic cocks.
He kneels before me and I earnestly slurp up and down his prick while I rub his legs and play with his tightening ball sack. His leg muscles are so tight and thick, like he's been working out at the boxing gym all his life. He moans and his rock-hard pecker twitches in my gripping, pumping hand, and hungry mouth.
When I lift off his cock to catch a breath, he says, "How about you lying face down for a minute and I'll climb atop you with my dick rubbing your ass crack? I won't go in, I swear." He grew very excited -- his cock gets steel-hard and drips.
I flopped face down on the bed beside him, grabbing the head of the mattress to keep the world from spinning. So, I know this is real. He jumps up to his feet and steps behind and over me. He eased his hard body onto mine, his cock sliding into the cleft of my narrow ass. It's wet there. My hole, kindly widened by Drew our matchmaker, leaked. Gomez is oozing sticky pre-cum. It's getting hot in Drew's room. Gomez was perspiring before I got there and now I'm sweating under his hard thrusting body.
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By his whimpers and pants I'm guessing it gets to be too much for him. "My turn. Climb on top of me, white boy."
I roll over onto his smaller frame, and shake my hips around until my semi-hard semen-hose settles into his furry crack. I lift torso so I can watch the pink head of my cock poke out of his crack into the grove of black hair in the small of the broad plain of his back.
"Yeah, that feels good." I got enough in my body I can lean down and stick my tongue in his little brown ear.
"Oh, God, Budrow. You're killing me. You can plow my ass anytime you want when we're done." Oh yeah. "You ready for some fucking?" he asks using Drew's words.
I scoot back on my haunches. He flips over on his back-side and pulls a handful of supplies from the nightstand. As he squirts KY on the head of his rod and rolls it around with his thumb, I open the condom. We roll it down the shaft. He squirts on more gel; we both stroke it around. I take the little left on my hand and swipe my ass, then scoot up on my knees to straddle his hips.
"Yeah, yeah" he mutters as I reach behind me grab his cock from him and lower my ass onto the head. I slide the sheaved snake back and forth until promptly finding the door to our own personal paradise. I settled on the head and just waited, not in pain, but shear delight. It had been many months since Drew had done the honors. I love that feel of my sphincter stretching. Of my body being taken. Of release. Of joy.
Gomez shook with excitement below me. Arching his back in anticipation of the thrust and fighting his cock craving to violate me at the same time. I relieved him of his dilemma by lowering and raising myself, lowering and rising myself ever lower until my long hairless balls rested comfortably on his hard abdomen.
"Yeah? Yeah? Now can I?" A moot question, I suppose. He already was.
Gomez pulled me down to his chest, lifted his hips and began freely fucking my ass. I turned to kiss him. But, he knew no restraint now. His thighs rammed my buttock, his cock gave my hole no consideration. He no longer acted concerned about my comfort. His strong arms held my head and shoulders off to the side and he stared Heavenward in a world of his own. Or so I thought, until I heard him mutter, "Oh, that's so pretty."
I looked up. "Drew has a mirrored ceiling?"
"You want to watch?" he asked all concerned.
He yanked out. I gasped. He rolled me on my left side. He grabbed my right leg with his right hand and guided himself with is natural left hand. When I recovered, I looked up and saw us both on our sides, "fucking". We tried the view when we spooned. We tried with one of my legs straight up in the air. We giggled at my balls and dick bouncing every time he drove it home. Gomez pulled me close, ignoring the mirror, fucking fast and close. "Anyway I want, no?" he panted into my ear.
I pulled my sticky hand off my cock and patted him assuredly on the thigh. "Yeah, I'm all yours."
"Doggy style!" He held tight as I struggled to my hands and knees. My brown buddy managed to stay in and keep stroking as I pulled us into position across the width of the bed. That's not quite what my top wanted. He grabbed my hips and swung me 90 degrees so we both faced the foot of the bed and could peer into the mirror on the wall. We could also see Drew in the doorway; shirtless, trousers unbuttoned and rolled down to his thighs, pushing and pulling that nine-inch slab of white meat our direction.
"Hey, Drew!" Gomez laughed. Drew didn't even seem embarrassed.
"Three holes!" I called. "No waiting."
Drew didn't even wait to take off his pants until he planted his cock in my mouth. Once free of the costume he wore in the world, he rode my face and fucked my mouth with that big peter, rubbing my lips and cheeks with my own saliva before sticking it back in.
"Oh yeah, Drew!" Gomez called in encouragement.
Drew never stays long in the saddle. In a minute, he finished by jacking off rapidly while I held my mouth close to his cock head as Gomez's firm grasp on my shoulders would let me. .
"Do it, Drew, do it!" Gomez chants from the back of my bleachers.
When Drew starts to leak precum pretty heavily, I take it in my mouth and squeeze out as much juice as I can. He jacks a bit more and starts spurting, a shot that almost goes up my nose.
"Yeah, buddy, eat that fuckin' cum!" our active Hispanic audience shouts.
I suck down the rest of Drew's huge load of manjuice while I jack myself off, cumming in the wadded up sheets. Drew collapses back into the room's sole chair, apologizing to me for the deluge. I collapse on the bed, head to the mattress, arms useless, Gomez having his way with my post-orgasm ass.
"Budrow, you've got a great ass. I'm going to shoot, okay?"
My jaw aches, my arms ache, thighs, back. I'm exhausted and loving it. "Yeah," I sigh.
He's banging me furiously, grunting, calling for Drew's attention, cussing in Spanish. He shudders, let's loose a few times and collapse on top of me.
My old friend Drew and I try to smile at one another across the foot of the tussled bed. I try to say thanks, him too. We are so drained; all we can do is stare. Gomez manages to pry himself off my sticky, stinky butt. He's kneeling behind me, trying to stand, shaking the perspiration out of his hair and lethargy out of his mind.
"That was great, you guys. I loved doing your ass, Budrow. I gotta use the bathroom. When I get back, I'll fuck you, Drew!"
We didn't burst out laughing until we heard our handsome friend close the bathroom door.