Trailer Trash

I am recently retired on early Social Security and a small pension. There is not a lot of cash to spare, but we get by. I have always loved the outdoors, especially the woods. I have always wanted a summer place near woods and water, but the cost has always been way above anything I could afford. But a few months ago a friend told me about this little mom and pop campground up north. Told me I should check it out. So the next day I hopped in the pickup and headed north. The place is nestled right up against a state forest. It's a pine forest, and the place smells lovely. When you walk, the dried needles crunch between your feet. I fell in love immediately. The campground is small, about 40 sites. There were no sites open, but I noticed an ancient 16' Airstream with a For Sale sign on it. I inquired at the office and they said it was $2500. $1500 for the seasonal lot rent, 1000 for trailer. It needed a lot of work, but was dry and livable. I immediately wrote a check for $2500. My wife was not thrilled when I told her. She doesn't like the outdoors and HATES camping. But we are at the point in our marriage where the only thing we have in common is our grandchildren. And she is happy about having me out of the house for long periods of time. I think she has a thing going with the married woman next door. Anyhow, suddenly, I was the owner of a summer home. And just as suddenly, I realized I knew nothing about fixing up a trailer.

After a few weeks I noticed there was a truck with a Handyman sign that visited the campground on a regular basis. I inquired at the office and they said he did good work and was reasonable. So I struck up a conversation with him. I told him my trailer had some issues, starting with no electricity. He came over and checked it out. Quoted me a price, and even though it wasn't much, it was more money than I had at the moment. He smiled and said there were other methods of payment. And that he had "arrangement" with the old lady a few sites down. I asked him what kind of arrangement? He just pointed at his crotch. Next thing I knew, I was on my knees, unzipping his pants and worshiping his long dick. After about ten minutes of licking and sucking, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock so far down my throat his pubes were mashed in my face and started throat fucking me. He moaned and shot a hot load so far down my throat I could feel it trickle into my stomach. Another 15 minutes of sucking and throat fucking and and he shot his wad again. 20 minutes after that, the lights were on! I told him I also had a plumbing problem. He checked it out and told me it would cost me quite a bit more, that it was at least a two afternoon job. And he would have to tend to cash customers before he could get to it. But a week later, I was walking funny because of the two ass poundings he gave me, and my plumbing was leak free. By this time I'm sure the neighbors knew what was going on. He liked it rough and I'm sure they could hear the sound of his balls slapping my ass. And if that didn't clue them in, there was the loud moan he let out when he shot his load. And my calling out to deities when his hot load shot deep in my ass while my butthole spasmed had to clue in anybody without extreme hearing problems. In the end it was a three afternoon job that cost my not only the two ass poundings, but a couple of blow jobs as well (one of which was a tip). But my plumbing hasn't leaked since.

I have recently started helping the neighbor lady with chores like picking up groceries and supplies in town, lifting things too heavy for her, etc. She pays very well. Sometimes she pays all night and we go to town for breakfast.

And I think I am going to have the handyman build me a deck in the spring. I look forward to finding out how much the payment will be. I really enjoy his handy work, but let's face it. In the end, I did it for the money!