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Back before all the bypasses and interstates were built, you had to travel through several small towns. Yes, it took longer but it made for a more interesting ride. Back then there were little motels, with 6-8 units. The cars parked just off the highway and you knew what kind of people stayed there. There was a reason some only charged by the hour. Most of the gas stations were owned by "mom and pop" folks...so you never knew what you might be walking into if you didn't live in the area. You hear stories and when you're young and impressionable, you believe most anything. Some stories are meant scare but to a ugly, scrawny, who was sexually confused .....it made me curious.
I didn't feel like a typical 18yr old back then. I didn't seem to fit in with everything around me. I liked girls but they didn't like me. I liked boys but was too scared to admit it publicly. I wasn't attractive, which seemed the basis for being popular and accepted by my peers. I liked playing sports but just wasn't physically strong enough or good enough to play in their highschool games. I liked being alone. I liked looking at porn magazines and videos. I knew the codes for the Playboy channel. I liked being naked inside my house and outside in the woods. I liked to masturbate!
I didn't get my first car until I graduated highschool. It wasn't much, just a old rusty Camaro that at least got me to where I was going. I worked full time at a local restaurant and found a very small apartment to rent on my barely above minimum wage pay. Admittedly, I thought I was doing pretty well at the time. I had a queen-size mattress on my bedroom floor, I had a small couch that someone gave to me , a 20" TV, an old VCR that loaded from the top, and several porn videos. I only ate food from the restaurant I worked at...which I got for free. I'd work 8-10 hrs a day, 6 days a week. I didn't eat on my days off to save money. I was a skinny k** back then, 5'10" 115lbs. I didn't cut my light blonde hair so it was half way down my back. I wore it in a ponytail. Living in a basement apartment, meant no natural sunlight which was fine for my pasty white skin. I was mocked frequently for how pale I was.
Enough with the background stuff!
So I had heard rumors of this older guy named Mr. P******* and that he liked younger boys. He owned a laundry mat, a car wash, trailer park, and a gas station. It was said that if he "liked" you he'd let you drive his fancy sports car. No one could verify the stories but I did notice a few times a young man driving Mr. P's car around town. There was one time at Mr. P's car wash where he approached me when I was washing my car. I jumped when he came from behind me and spoke. He had this loud booming voice, he was taller than me, much hairier and tan. When talking to him, I couldn't even make eye contact. I don't recall what we talked about but I do remember trembling and wanting to run away. He gave me some extra quarters because my timer had shut off when he was talking to me. I got so nervous, that I liked about having to go somewhere just to escape him. When I got home, I had all this pent up nervous energy so I took a shower and masturbated as I squatted down onto a wooden plunger handle. I imagined Mr. P fucking my tight little ass, he big firm hands groping my tiny thick cock as I tried to stop him.... unsuccessfully. It was a glorious ejaculation with my cum spewing all over the place. It did relax me but I kept fantasizing about Mr. P.
Over the next few weeks, I found myself visiting Mr. P's establishments more frequently. I did my laundry at his laundry mat. I drove out of town to his gas station just to fill up. I even returned to his car wash, wearing homemade shorts out of work out jeans. I had fantasized Mr. P just coming up from behind and grabbing my ass or demanding me to strip right there for him. Instead he'd just stare at me and I wanted so badly to know if he liked me. Weeks led to months and my infatuation with Mr. P was becoming an obsession. Still, I lacked the nerve to talk to him. Then as my month to month rent was about to end, I had an aggressive idea.....why not see about renting a trailer in his trailer park?
I had noticed the sign posted in front of his gas station and called the number. I got scared as his loud voice spoke on the other end. I was in my apartment, nude, touching myself as we talked. My voice was shaky but I managed to speak as I flogged my short cock in my right hand. I tried to cum before he hung up but climaxed just afterwards. On the day I met Mr. P about the trailer, I wore a small shirt that showed off my lean abdomen, my newly and shorter cut jean shorts the pockets were longer than the shorts and you could just make out my ass cheeks when I bent over slightly. I shaved off all my hair down there and no underwear.....I had heard he liked smooth. I wore sneakers with no socks.
When I arrived, I was hoping for a warmer reception but was greeted quickly as if he had something better to do. He showed me the trailer, it was at the end of the lot. It was filthy and run down. I wasn't expecting to hear how much he wanted for it. It was more than I could afford. This upset Mr. P, he began to swear loudly saying how I wasted his time. My pale cheeks grew flush and I began to cry. I was fearful that he was about to kick my ass. He saw me cry and it upset him even more. He called me several names which only made me feel worse. I wanted to run away but he was blocking the door. I managed to speak through my now sobbing, "I want to leave." In almost a begging tone. Mr. P moved to the side and I quickly walked by. Just as I moved by him, he reached up between my legs and touched me. I jumped and tripped down the steps. I went instantly numb, yes I had fantasized about it but it was so unexpected and it actually happened...what made it worse, he was laughing at me. It mad me mad, I looked at him my cheeks were burning now. He made this "ooohhh" gesture, like he wasn't really frightened by my evil look. I got up and walked to my car. Just as I was walking, Mr. P shouted out " What can you afford?" I stopped my heart was beating out of chest. I turned and in my anger I shouted" I don't want your stupid trailer!" For some odd reason, I just stood there looking at him. Mr. P smirked, he seemed amused by my antics. I got pissed off and yelled "FU!" Flipping him off as I stormed off. I got to my car and Mr. P walked briskly towards my car. I saw his look and thought he was going to kill me. I locked the door. He knocked firmly on the glass and motioned me to lower it. I rolled down the window a little as I started my car up. Mr. P shot me a deal on the trailer much lower than he initially stated. His face softened and he asked, "Want to come in and sign the papers?" I hesitated for what seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds. I turned the car off and got out, no saying a word. I followed him to his trailer silently. Mr. P seemed to be happy as I sulked in his pleasure. We entered his trailer and sat at his desk. I signed to papers to rent his trailer for almost nothing. He handed me the keys. We stood up and he looked at me. I felt like he had just ****d me. "Well, take them off." He said cool as he motioned to my attire. I froze and didn't say anything. He walked over to me. I just stood there. He reached down unbuttoned my shorts, they fell around my ankles. He put both hand on my shirt collar and ripped it down the middle. He grabbed my tiny cock in one hand and cruched it. It was uncomfortable and I just grunted and jumped from his manly touch. He pushed me over his desk and I stepped out of my shorts. He jammed fingers into my tight ass. Tears were welling up. Mr. P stuffed them hard and it hurt. I was scared but was too frightened to move. I seemed to be dazed at how fast things were moving. It was exhilarating! I heard him unzip his shorts. He slapped his heavy flesh stick against my backside. I braced myself and let out a faint, "fuck me please!" Mr. P grabbed my ponytail and pulled me back. My head lurched backwards. "Very good!" He said heavily as his breath was making me weak. My legs shook. I reached back on his command and opened up my gape. He pushed his thick tip into me. The desk bit into my midsection. He pushed through hard. I squealed, frantically trying to find some to clinch my fingers onto. My ass tried to squeeze him out but Mr. P advance was too powerful. The desk moved towards the wall with every thrust into my delicate ass. I was being defiled and I liked it. My moans and grunts were unnaturally high. My voice was faint, feminine as I called out "yes, yes, yes!". Mr. P plunged deeply into me. His iron grip on my white boney hips. He made sure I didn't move. Tears of painful joy streamed down my face. Sweat covered my body. My ass was already achy from a man's cock inside my boy's ass. I was getting broken it. The sensation of Mr. P being inside,being connected physically was overwhelming for me. My mind danced with extacsy and discomforting pain. I was being stretched out. I wanted it to end and not end....my confusion only helped me until Mr. P took out his log, making me feel empty, he released his sticky warm wet cum onto my lower backside. He jerked it out and grunted as he made sure every ounce had made it out. My legs were numb and I kept hold of the desk because of the fear of falling down. Mr. P finished polishing his pole and dipped it back inside my newly formed well. I cried out in severe pain as he plowed deeply into my weary ass.
"Oh, please no more!" I begged. I was dried out and swollen. I looked back with a tired and scared expression. Mr. P, all covered in a glistening sweat, smirked..."We'll see.,.." he continued to increase his pace deeply into me...
I didn't feel like a typical 18yr old back then. I didn't seem to fit in with everything around me. I liked girls but they didn't like me. I liked boys but was too scared to admit it publicly. I wasn't attractive, which seemed the basis for being popular and accepted by my peers. I liked playing sports but just wasn't physically strong enough or good enough to play in their highschool games. I liked being alone. I liked looking at porn magazines and videos. I knew the codes for the Playboy channel. I liked being naked inside my house and outside in the woods. I liked to masturbate!
I didn't get my first car until I graduated highschool. It wasn't much, just a old rusty Camaro that at least got me to where I was going. I worked full time at a local restaurant and found a very small apartment to rent on my barely above minimum wage pay. Admittedly, I thought I was doing pretty well at the time. I had a queen-size mattress on my bedroom floor, I had a small couch that someone gave to me , a 20" TV, an old VCR that loaded from the top, and several porn videos. I only ate food from the restaurant I worked at...which I got for free. I'd work 8-10 hrs a day, 6 days a week. I didn't eat on my days off to save money. I was a skinny k** back then, 5'10" 115lbs. I didn't cut my light blonde hair so it was half way down my back. I wore it in a ponytail. Living in a basement apartment, meant no natural sunlight which was fine for my pasty white skin. I was mocked frequently for how pale I was.
Enough with the background stuff!
So I had heard rumors of this older guy named Mr. P******* and that he liked younger boys. He owned a laundry mat, a car wash, trailer park, and a gas station. It was said that if he "liked" you he'd let you drive his fancy sports car. No one could verify the stories but I did notice a few times a young man driving Mr. P's car around town. There was one time at Mr. P's car wash where he approached me when I was washing my car. I jumped when he came from behind me and spoke. He had this loud booming voice, he was taller than me, much hairier and tan. When talking to him, I couldn't even make eye contact. I don't recall what we talked about but I do remember trembling and wanting to run away. He gave me some extra quarters because my timer had shut off when he was talking to me. I got so nervous, that I liked about having to go somewhere just to escape him. When I got home, I had all this pent up nervous energy so I took a shower and masturbated as I squatted down onto a wooden plunger handle. I imagined Mr. P fucking my tight little ass, he big firm hands groping my tiny thick cock as I tried to stop him.... unsuccessfully. It was a glorious ejaculation with my cum spewing all over the place. It did relax me but I kept fantasizing about Mr. P.
Over the next few weeks, I found myself visiting Mr. P's establishments more frequently. I did my laundry at his laundry mat. I drove out of town to his gas station just to fill up. I even returned to his car wash, wearing homemade shorts out of work out jeans. I had fantasized Mr. P just coming up from behind and grabbing my ass or demanding me to strip right there for him. Instead he'd just stare at me and I wanted so badly to know if he liked me. Weeks led to months and my infatuation with Mr. P was becoming an obsession. Still, I lacked the nerve to talk to him. Then as my month to month rent was about to end, I had an aggressive idea.....why not see about renting a trailer in his trailer park?
I had noticed the sign posted in front of his gas station and called the number. I got scared as his loud voice spoke on the other end. I was in my apartment, nude, touching myself as we talked. My voice was shaky but I managed to speak as I flogged my short cock in my right hand. I tried to cum before he hung up but climaxed just afterwards. On the day I met Mr. P about the trailer, I wore a small shirt that showed off my lean abdomen, my newly and shorter cut jean shorts the pockets were longer than the shorts and you could just make out my ass cheeks when I bent over slightly. I shaved off all my hair down there and no underwear.....I had heard he liked smooth. I wore sneakers with no socks.
When I arrived, I was hoping for a warmer reception but was greeted quickly as if he had something better to do. He showed me the trailer, it was at the end of the lot. It was filthy and run down. I wasn't expecting to hear how much he wanted for it. It was more than I could afford. This upset Mr. P, he began to swear loudly saying how I wasted his time. My pale cheeks grew flush and I began to cry. I was fearful that he was about to kick my ass. He saw me cry and it upset him even more. He called me several names which only made me feel worse. I wanted to run away but he was blocking the door. I managed to speak through my now sobbing, "I want to leave." In almost a begging tone. Mr. P moved to the side and I quickly walked by. Just as I moved by him, he reached up between my legs and touched me. I jumped and tripped down the steps. I went instantly numb, yes I had fantasized about it but it was so unexpected and it actually happened...what made it worse, he was laughing at me. It mad me mad, I looked at him my cheeks were burning now. He made this "ooohhh" gesture, like he wasn't really frightened by my evil look. I got up and walked to my car. Just as I was walking, Mr. P shouted out " What can you afford?" I stopped my heart was beating out of chest. I turned and in my anger I shouted" I don't want your stupid trailer!" For some odd reason, I just stood there looking at him. Mr. P smirked, he seemed amused by my antics. I got pissed off and yelled "FU!" Flipping him off as I stormed off. I got to my car and Mr. P walked briskly towards my car. I saw his look and thought he was going to kill me. I locked the door. He knocked firmly on the glass and motioned me to lower it. I rolled down the window a little as I started my car up. Mr. P shot me a deal on the trailer much lower than he initially stated. His face softened and he asked, "Want to come in and sign the papers?" I hesitated for what seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds. I turned the car off and got out, no saying a word. I followed him to his trailer silently. Mr. P seemed to be happy as I sulked in his pleasure. We entered his trailer and sat at his desk. I signed to papers to rent his trailer for almost nothing. He handed me the keys. We stood up and he looked at me. I felt like he had just ****d me. "Well, take them off." He said cool as he motioned to my attire. I froze and didn't say anything. He walked over to me. I just stood there. He reached down unbuttoned my shorts, they fell around my ankles. He put both hand on my shirt collar and ripped it down the middle. He grabbed my tiny cock in one hand and cruched it. It was uncomfortable and I just grunted and jumped from his manly touch. He pushed me over his desk and I stepped out of my shorts. He jammed fingers into my tight ass. Tears were welling up. Mr. P stuffed them hard and it hurt. I was scared but was too frightened to move. I seemed to be dazed at how fast things were moving. It was exhilarating! I heard him unzip his shorts. He slapped his heavy flesh stick against my backside. I braced myself and let out a faint, "fuck me please!" Mr. P grabbed my ponytail and pulled me back. My head lurched backwards. "Very good!" He said heavily as his breath was making me weak. My legs shook. I reached back on his command and opened up my gape. He pushed his thick tip into me. The desk bit into my midsection. He pushed through hard. I squealed, frantically trying to find some to clinch my fingers onto. My ass tried to squeeze him out but Mr. P advance was too powerful. The desk moved towards the wall with every thrust into my delicate ass. I was being defiled and I liked it. My moans and grunts were unnaturally high. My voice was faint, feminine as I called out "yes, yes, yes!". Mr. P plunged deeply into me. His iron grip on my white boney hips. He made sure I didn't move. Tears of painful joy streamed down my face. Sweat covered my body. My ass was already achy from a man's cock inside my boy's ass. I was getting broken it. The sensation of Mr. P being inside,being connected physically was overwhelming for me. My mind danced with extacsy and discomforting pain. I was being stretched out. I wanted it to end and not end....my confusion only helped me until Mr. P took out his log, making me feel empty, he released his sticky warm wet cum onto my lower backside. He jerked it out and grunted as he made sure every ounce had made it out. My legs were numb and I kept hold of the desk because of the fear of falling down. Mr. P finished polishing his pole and dipped it back inside my newly formed well. I cried out in severe pain as he plowed deeply into my weary ass.
"Oh, please no more!" I begged. I was dried out and swollen. I looked back with a tired and scared expression. Mr. P, all covered in a glistening sweat, smirked..."We'll see.,.." he continued to increase his pace deeply into me...
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