Growing up in our town there wasn't much to do. About the only thing was hanging out. My friend and I would layout on top of the roof and get some sun, and talk. One day we laid out and took off our pants and got sunburned, not much fun.

We lived in central California, I was seventeen and I was between my junior and senior year in high school and my mom noticed an add at the supermarket for help with maintenance at this trailer park. She sent me to get the job. The trailer park was on the outskirts of town and most of the people who lived there were poor and rented. Don't mean to sound discriminatory, but in those days everybody was Mexican or white. The trailer park were poor Mexicans and white people, not that we were rich, but we lived in town in a house and my father worked for the bank.

The work was really something for one of the kids at the park, they needed the money. But the owner of the park liked me, because my father worked at the bank. My job was really to help with maintaining the place, I didn't have any skills for maintenance of equipment. I would walk the property, twenty rows down, and two streets across, and check for debris from trees, or other stuff that messed up the place. The owner liked having a well kept site.

In the back, in one of the small trailers lived a man who worked off and on at odd jobs. He was a disabled vet and he was an alcoholic. One afternoon he was sitting outside on a folding chair and he just showed me his cock. Opened his pants and just showed me his cock. "You like this boy?, Show me what you got". Well, I was really pretty stupid and unaware that something like that could happen. At that age we talked about Suzie slipping on the steps and everybody there got to see her underwear, and here this man had his cock out.

Well, I stood there and he talked to me, he pulled his pants back together, he told me anytime I wanted to come over and play with his cock, to feel free. He asked me again to show him, and he coaxed me into unzipping my pants and letting him see me.

I went to the park every other day to do my rounds, and every other day I talked with him. He invited me in, I snuck in, and he coaxed me again to unzip my pants. He sat down on the kitchen chair and he just sucked me hard, I couldn't get away. He told me to come by after work, so that I wasn't all anxious to leave. I went home that evening all fucked up in the head. I told my mom I was going to quit that job, but she told me that her son wasn't a quitter, get back to work. Of course I didn't tell her about the man sucking my cock.

As the summer went along, and the afternoons got shorter and the sun went down earlier, I was invited to come by after dark before I went home. I could leave like normal, sneak around back, and come across from the treatment plant and get into his trailer that way. He had it all figured out. In the meantime he sucked my cock, and he had me hold his cock and I sucked it once or twice. No one should misinterpret this, I wanted to, I couldn't wait to stop by his trailer and have him suck my cock, except now I pushed my pants all the way down and he sucked my cock and grabbed my bare butt with his hands. And he let me grab his cock and he let me suck it back.

I had to find a way to let my mom know that I was going to be late. I could never find a story that fit. So it was always five or ten minutes, letting him suck on my cock and hold my butt in the afternoon after school when I did my rounds. I really like him rubbing my butt, his fingers digging in, grabbing felt good, and sometimes his fingers got in my crack and he would touch my butt hole. I wanted him to touch me there, at night when I was alone I used my pen to poke up my ass, but it wasn't the same as his fingers.

One night my parents had to go to a bank function, a dinner. That night I snuck out, I did as he had said, went around the back, across the treatment plant grounds, got to his place and knocked on the door, I wasn't in there more than a minute and I was sucking on his cock. I just loved sucking his cock, I just never got the chance, I was there, and I got my pants off and he held and sucked my cock, I turned and gave him my ass, he held my hips and asked 'is this what you want?, you want to be all grown up?', and I felt his cock on my ass, and he used spit and split me open and I got screwed. It felt so good, nothing like what I expected, it was just so good.

From then on, whenever I got a chance to sneak out, I would go over to his trailer and he would screw me, and I would suck his cock, and he would suck mine, and I would lie naked with him on his bed and he would kiss me all over, I learned how to screw on my back, but I preferred to be screwed from behind. All my senior year I never dated a girl, I didn't got to the prom. I went off to college and didn't leave a girlfriend behind. I got to college, the University of San Francisco, and got hot with this guy, we would get to screwing around and I would tell him about the old vet at the trailer park, and he would screw me and ask me who screwed better, him or the old vet.

In college and with my new found friends, I never went back to the trailer park, it became a thing of the past, like an eighth grade girlfriend. Sometimes like now, after sucking cock, I think of that man, sitting there on that lawn chair, opening his pants and showing me his cock. I really liked sucking his cock.