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Old Gus Turned Me Into What I Am Today
I went to a rural college in West Texas. Housing was at a premium, and dorm rooms were all taken. The college gave me a list of apartments, some garage apartments, and trailer parks where students could rent for not so much money. After looking around I settled for a trailer in a trailer park a couple of miles from campus. An old trailer but everything worked and it was affordable.
At the park I met Gus, not his real name, who was a part time wrecker driver and full time drunk. He invited me over for a beer and I found out quick that a beer meant you drink beer till you pass out. Gus was a heavy set man, in his thirties or maybe forties, beer belly and hairy arms and legs. And he burped all the time and chewed on cigars. Pretty nasty guy, but his beer was free. Me, I was fairly typical of an 18 year old, a freshman English major. Skinny and wore glasses and dressed in shorts all the time.
Why Gus decided to come onto me is the question that has no good answer. Gus wasn't queer, not in that sense. He just liked certain types of boys. Freshman boys. And the beer was the way he got them into his trailer. I didn't know it at the time, not when I rented. But later I would be told about Gus and how boys learned to like cock with him. I mean, I didn't go to college to like cock. Far from it.
But Gus liked freshman cock, hard in his hand and once he got ahold of you he didn't let go, not until he had gotten what he wanted. And that's pretty much how it happened with me. Too many beers, laid back on his old couch, and he came over and put his hand on my crotch and grabbed hard and kissed me. His mouth tasted terrible, beer, cigars and who knows when he brushed his teeth. But he got his kiss in, he had me trapped in the sofa cushions, grabbing my cock in my pants. And he kissed until I gave in and let him kiss me. And when he said 'you like that boy' I shook my head. Then he got down to sucking my cock.
I was defenseless by then, he had my pants down to my ankles, he had my cock in his hand and he had his mouth on my cock and he was sucking hard. He stopped only to get my shoes off so he could get my pants totally off and then pushed my shirt up over my head and he had me naked on the couch. He took his shirt off, his big harry chest and beer belly and his hairy arms. And when he let his pants down and his cock came up, I got scared. Maybe my imagination, but it was no normal cock, it was thick and hairy and big he intended to split me in two with it.
He offered to me me suck him. I could only get his cock in deep enough for me to get my lips around his head. He held my head down with his hand and told me that 'tonight was the night' and he was looking forward to it. He took me back to his unmade bed, who knows when the sheets had ever been washed and how many freshman had been fucked on that bed. He told me to hold onto the pillow and he got on my back, spread my legs with his knee and shoved, shoved his cock up my ass. It hurt, a tearing pain. I would bleed for a week after that, but that didn't stop him. He didn't start fucking until he was in balls deep. By then my ass was open and the fucking felt good in every sort of bad way. Until he finished and pulled out his wet cock and told me to clean it with the sheet.
I was sore for a week, or more. I bled every time I took a shit. But that didn't stop him from fucking me again, and again. Now he fucked me every day. I was his and he intended to make it worth his while. Life was no longer mine to decide. I woke up in his bed, with his meaty arm around me and my butt still tingling from the fucking he had given me. I got kissed at the drop of a hat, sometimes he spit into the sink before kissing me. He liked me skinny and naked and he liked my butt cheeks and kept spanking them , and of course he fucked me. I flunked the semester.
I didn't go back till the following year. I rented a place in a complex and one day I told a fellow tenant that I had lived in the trailer park. He asked me if I met Gus. I admitted to it, How'd you like it, he asked. And he said he was still puckered up. We laughed. Gus broke in a lot of freshman while I was there, and he was there before I got to college and long after I left college.
At the park I met Gus, not his real name, who was a part time wrecker driver and full time drunk. He invited me over for a beer and I found out quick that a beer meant you drink beer till you pass out. Gus was a heavy set man, in his thirties or maybe forties, beer belly and hairy arms and legs. And he burped all the time and chewed on cigars. Pretty nasty guy, but his beer was free. Me, I was fairly typical of an 18 year old, a freshman English major. Skinny and wore glasses and dressed in shorts all the time.
Why Gus decided to come onto me is the question that has no good answer. Gus wasn't queer, not in that sense. He just liked certain types of boys. Freshman boys. And the beer was the way he got them into his trailer. I didn't know it at the time, not when I rented. But later I would be told about Gus and how boys learned to like cock with him. I mean, I didn't go to college to like cock. Far from it.
But Gus liked freshman cock, hard in his hand and once he got ahold of you he didn't let go, not until he had gotten what he wanted. And that's pretty much how it happened with me. Too many beers, laid back on his old couch, and he came over and put his hand on my crotch and grabbed hard and kissed me. His mouth tasted terrible, beer, cigars and who knows when he brushed his teeth. But he got his kiss in, he had me trapped in the sofa cushions, grabbing my cock in my pants. And he kissed until I gave in and let him kiss me. And when he said 'you like that boy' I shook my head. Then he got down to sucking my cock.
I was defenseless by then, he had my pants down to my ankles, he had my cock in his hand and he had his mouth on my cock and he was sucking hard. He stopped only to get my shoes off so he could get my pants totally off and then pushed my shirt up over my head and he had me naked on the couch. He took his shirt off, his big harry chest and beer belly and his hairy arms. And when he let his pants down and his cock came up, I got scared. Maybe my imagination, but it was no normal cock, it was thick and hairy and big he intended to split me in two with it.
He offered to me me suck him. I could only get his cock in deep enough for me to get my lips around his head. He held my head down with his hand and told me that 'tonight was the night' and he was looking forward to it. He took me back to his unmade bed, who knows when the sheets had ever been washed and how many freshman had been fucked on that bed. He told me to hold onto the pillow and he got on my back, spread my legs with his knee and shoved, shoved his cock up my ass. It hurt, a tearing pain. I would bleed for a week after that, but that didn't stop him. He didn't start fucking until he was in balls deep. By then my ass was open and the fucking felt good in every sort of bad way. Until he finished and pulled out his wet cock and told me to clean it with the sheet.
I was sore for a week, or more. I bled every time I took a shit. But that didn't stop him from fucking me again, and again. Now he fucked me every day. I was his and he intended to make it worth his while. Life was no longer mine to decide. I woke up in his bed, with his meaty arm around me and my butt still tingling from the fucking he had given me. I got kissed at the drop of a hat, sometimes he spit into the sink before kissing me. He liked me skinny and naked and he liked my butt cheeks and kept spanking them , and of course he fucked me. I flunked the semester.
I didn't go back till the following year. I rented a place in a complex and one day I told a fellow tenant that I had lived in the trailer park. He asked me if I met Gus. I admitted to it, How'd you like it, he asked. And he said he was still puckered up. We laughed. Gus broke in a lot of freshman while I was there, and he was there before I got to college and long after I left college.
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