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Redneck Chub - Part 1 🔞🐻

I moved to a trailer Park last week. It wasn't my first choice, really wasn't my second choice, but like the rent was fair, and it was near where I worked. My grandma lived in a trailer park, so I kind of know it's just going to be a lot of old people, probably a lot of conservative people, but like I'm not flying a pride flag outside my trailer so it's fine. And I don't wanna say I'm a roughneck masc guy, I'm just a 22 year old fat guy. I wasn't expecting friends, was just expecting to keep to myself. That was until I saw Bobby.

He must have been mid 40s. He was tall, but had a large round gut. He short, thin dark hair on his head, a short uneven beard, and body hair all over. Every time I saw him whether getting his paper or taking out his trash, he always wore just some underwear and greasy wife beater that barely contained his hairy stomach and chest.

There was something so brazenly masculine about my new neighbor that I found always peeking out the window hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

One day, while sitting on a couch I just bought at a thrift store, I noticed him coming out of his house to get his mail. He wore his usual wife beater but I noticed this time he wore white briefs. I felt my dick hardening as I watched him open the mailbox door and pull out mail. His briefs look well worn, with his bulge really filling them. They were also not at white as they likely used to be. As he walked back, flipping through the mail, I watched scratch his bulge with his free hand. All of a sudden, he looked up and towards my direction. I crouched down in front of the window, hoping to not let him see me. I peeked out, a minute later, he was gone.

An hour later, there was a knock on my door. I had several thoughts in my mind when I saw him standing at my front steps. He had put a pair of jeans on but was still wearing the wife beater. When he saw me approach the door he had a sly grin on his face.

I opened the door, "Hello?"

His voice was deep, "Hey, boy. I saw you moved in recently. You've probably seen me a couple of times but I wanted to formally introduce myself. Call me Bobby." He held out his hand for me to shake it.

I shook his hand, looking at the yellowish sweat stains on his shirt, "Thank you. I'm Calvin. Nice to meet you." His hands were rough and his knuckles were surprisingly hairy.

"Nice to meet you, Calvin. It's a rarity to have young people move in around he. After I saw you... in the window earlier, I thought I would stop by and get to know you. You mind if I come in? It's mighty hot out today."

I stepped aside, a little hesitant but like he's just being nice I guess, and he walked in, "Sure, I don't have a lot of furniture yet but you can sit on the couch. Er...do you wanna drink or something?"

He sat down on the couch with grunt, spreading his legs, "Beer's fine, thanks."

"Oh, I don't have beer. I got a cold Coke or water?"

He looked at me, "Damn, boy. You don't drink beer? Coke will do i guess."

I reach into the fridge and pull a can of coke out, "Great."

Then I walk back and hand it to him, catching him adjusting his bulge through his jeans, "Thanks. So tell me about yourself, boy?"

As I told him about myself, I realized that he smelled. It was a deep, musky, greasy smell like he hadn't washed himself in a few days. It made my dick harden slightly in my shorts as I wondered what his tighty whities smelled like.

"That's good, boy. That you enjoy the job and all, but like what do you like to do when you're not working?"

"Er, not much. Don't have a TV yet as you see so I just kind of lay around and scroll on phone..."

As he drank another large gulp of coke, he let out a loud burp. "Damn, boy. Must be bored stuck in here. You know what? How about you come over to my place tonight? I'll order a pizza and get you some beer? You look like you like to eat." He poked my belly when he said that, "Does that sound good, boy?"

I was caught off guard but curious, "Oh...sure. Sounds good. Should I bring anything?"

After another big gulp of coke, and a burp he chuckled, "Just yourself. Don't worry. Anyway, I gotta go get some groceries for week, so I'll let you continue...laying around. See you at 6, boy." He crushed his now empty coke can, handed it to me and walked towards the door. As he walked, he slapped on the ass abruptly, "Looking forward to it."

Before so could even react, he was walking out. It sent a jolt through my body. Not sure if it was panic or something else. "...Sure, uhm. Nice to meet you, Bobby." I watched stop after he walked out the door.

He turned around suddenly and gave a "Boy, you can call me sir. But yes, it was very nice to meet you too." I watched him walk back to his pick up truck, get in and drive away, giving me a wave.

My dick hard was hard in my shorts. I'm not sure why, maybe the domineering energy, how he smelled, the fact that I would see him again tonight.

6 came quick. When I knocked on trailer door, I heard thumping then I saw him appear at the door still in his greasy tank top. "You made it, boy! Come on in!"

As the door opened, I was shocked to see he wasn't wearing pants. He was wearing the same white briefs he was wearing this morning. His bulge really filled them out like he's had them forever. He noticed me looking down at them, "Oh yeah. Rule one in this house, I don't gotta wear pants for anyone. If you mind, you can run along back home now."

I didn't know what to say except, "...Well, your house, your rules.. I guess."

He started laughing, "You get it, boy. Men do whatever they damn please in their own house...

"Of course, Bo- I mean Sir."

He smirked, then smacked my ass, "There ya, go boy. " He closed the door and led me to his living area. The layout was very similar to my trailer, with two differences. The first difference, was that he had more furniture, a big recliner, futon, an old coffee table, and a large flat screen TV that was blaring some football game. The second difference was that it was a mess. Take-out boxes, beer cans, dirty clothes. He did make the effort to clear his coffee table for the multiple pizza boxes and six packs of cold beer. I kick off my flip flops by the door.

He grabbed himself a beer and a pizza slice and sat on his recliner, spreading his legs wide. "Get yourself some food, make yourself comfortable, how ever comfortable you want" He gestured to his underwear, chuckling, "You know what I'm doing. If you want to do the same go ahead. We're both men here."

I considered what would be more awkward, refusing to take off my pants or taking this stranger's suggestion. I took a deep breath, feeling the boner in my shorts, "Sure." I pull down my gym shorts, revealing my grey briefs, dropping the on the ground

"Yeah, go ahead! Mi Casa Su Casa!" He chuckled. I grab some pizza and beer and sit on futon, my hairy, bare thighs touching the worn fabric. "You like sports, boy?"

I shrugged, "Don't really keep up with it."

"Yeah, me neither. Let's find something a bit more exciting, heh." He scratched his bulge through his underwear as he flipped the channels, " There ain't nothing on." I grabbed another slice of pizza, hoping eating would distract my half-boner. But my eyes kept going to Bobby. His spread, hairy legs, the way one of his nipples poked out from his greasy wife beater, the way he took giant sips of beer then groaned after each sip.

He stopped on a channel showing a gritty action movie with some half naked woman, "Uh, this is a good one," He abruptly burped loudly, "Vintage for you, I bet, boy. Should do you good."

When the woman's top came undone revealing giant breasts, I realized quickly the movie was some kind of soft core porn. I watched the bulge in Bobby's under twitch, which made my bulge twitch.

He turned to me, rubbing the hardening bulge, "You know, when I saw you this morning, peeping on me through the windows, I had a feeling you were going to be exactly what I needed."

"What do you need, sir?" I asked.

He takes a big sip of beer then lets a large burp. He groped the tent in his white briefs, "You know what I need, boy." I gulped, putting down my pizza, touching my own tent, "You may think I'm just some redneck trailer park slob, but you like that, don't you? It's why you came over tonight. Why you dropped your pants."

"...You're right, sir." Admitting didn't help the embarrassment.

"Great. Then how about you come over here." I stood up and walked over in front of him. He grinned, "Take off that shirt, let me see what I'm working with."

I slowly took off my tee shirt, my belly and flabby nipples plopping out with a jiggle. He reached up and touched my stomach like he was inspecting it, "You're well fed, boy." He reached grabbed my chest, taking my soft nipple and pinching, causing me to moan slightly. He put his hand down and readjusted his tent. He had a devilish grin on his face

"Here's what's going to happen, boy. We're gonna have some fun, but I got some rules. First..." He suddenly grabbed my bulge, "You ain't allowed to touch this till I say so. You're young, sensitive, you ain't getting off before I am, got it?"

"Yes, sir. "

"Next, you will do everything I say. If you don't want to, you just leave, and we don't ever have to see each other again. I don't like dealing with chickens."

"Yes, sir."

He stood up and stretched, eyeballing me, "Hoo Wee, boy! Got each other all excited." He pulled me towards him and shoved my head under his arms, "Here, something to take the edge off. Take deep, breaths, boy."

His grip on my head was firm as he pushed my face my nose deep in in his hairy, moist armpits. The smell was warm and pungent like he hadn't showered in several days, and hadn't worn deodorant in forever. It stunk like a locker room and I was being suffocated by it. I felt the beads of odorous sweat drip down my nose and onto my lips. "Don't be afraid to have taste, boy. I know it's all you're thinking about right now."

I take that as my sign to open my mouth and lick, my tongue scraping the salty sweat off the thick hairs. "Clean me up good now, boy." I make out with his armpit for a couple of minutes before he allowed me to move his other one. Inhaling for a few minutes, letting it numb my mind, then moving in with tongue, burying it in his musky, moist fur. Suddenly he pulled me out, "You're doing good, boy, but it's time you focus on something else." He rubbed the pouch of his strained white cotton briefs and I understood what he meant.

As I got on my hands and knees, he grabbed my head and shoved it into his bulge, the tent of his erect dick nearly poking my eye out, "Focus on that stink, boy." I put my nose into his balls.

The smell was equally as strong as his underarms, but there was other smells mixed in. It smelled like humid ball sweat, salty precum, and the faint smell of dried piss made more evident by how his white briefs had yellowish stains on the pouch. He took another deep chug of beer, burped again then muttered, "That's what a real man smells like, and you better get used to it, if you're going to serve me tonight." . It made me light-headed, getting high of his rich, heavy musk. "You like it, boy?"

"Yes, sir." I replied, muffled by my face in his balls.

"Why don't you pull them undies down, so you can get a better sniff, with that pretty mouth of yours, of course." I obey, biting my teeth into the worn waistband of his briefs and pulling down. As I pulled down, my nose brushed against the top of his musky bush. His half hard dick popped out, followed by his big, hairy balls. The smell was now much stronger. "Worship those nuts, boy."

My tongue moved all over, kissing them, engulfing them, slathering them in hot, sticky spit that mingled with his fur. I felt his hand hold my head down as he moaned slightly. My tongue dug into them, running them up and down, lingering a moment longer each time it moved closer to the base of his manhood. I was ready to move to his hard, veiny dick.

I looked up at him and opened my mouth eagerly. He had a grin on his face as he grabbed his dick and rubbed it against my face, slapping me in my forehead and cheek, "You want my big dirty redneck dick in your mouth, boy?"

"Yes, sir." I was salivating.

"Say it, say you want my big dirty redneck dick in your mouth." He continued to slap me on the face with it.

"Please, I want your dirty redneck dick in my mouth, sir."

"Good boy." Then he placed the head of his sweaty dick on my tongue and I wrapped my lips around it. I slowly bobbed my head up and down, pulling out from time to time, to tongue his piss slit, hearing him moan under his breath. I could feel his dick convulse as I slowly bobbed down head up and down, movie down his shaft, until I could see the hairs surrounding the base of his dick tickle my nose. He abruptly grabbed my head, "Stop, boy. I don't wanna finish too early now." I pull off, a rope of spit hanging between the head of his hard dick my tongue. He grabbed my chin, and lifted my face to look at him, "How about we move to the bedroom?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then stand up, boy! You're keeping from getting up." He said with a chuckle. I stand up. He rises from the chair with a grunt, grabbing his briefs from the floor.

"Follow me to the bedroom then." I obeyed. As I walk, I became painfully aware of how hard my dick was straining in my briefs. I looked down and saw a little wet spot. Sir notices too, "Will you look at that? You haven't been touching that dick of yours and it's already leaking. Eager to please, are we?"

I was a little embarrassed, "Yes, sir." He just grinned and opened the bedroom door and turned on the light.

His room was a mess, just like the rest of table, there were beer cans, dirty clothes, bottles of lube, multiple pocket pussies and dildos, and, of course, the bed was unmade.

He wrapped his arm around my waist as he walked me in there, "Heh, you like my toys, boy? They get their use, but heh... let's not get ahead of ourselves."

He moved his hand to my moist bulge, looking down at it, "This is why you're not allowed to touch this." He grabbed my dick, tugging on it, "Too sensitive. Getting these sexy little undies all soaked. How about I take them off, boy? Give the guy some air.

He grabs my waistband and pulls down, my hard dick flopping out, flinging precum, "There ya go, boy. How about we trade?" He takes his own briefs as mine fall to the ground and places them on my face, covering my eyes, the worn yellow-ish pouch right over my mouth is. "You just focus on that smell, let me do all the thinking. Doesn't that sound good?" He takes my briefs and inhales them

"Yes, sir." I utter.

He takes my hand and guides me to the bed, "Then crawl on up here, boy. Lemme get a better looksy." I get on the bed doggy-style, and spread my legs. I feel his hands on asscheeks, rubbing them, groping them. He rubs his fingers into my crack, "Got me lickin my lips, boy." I feel his fingers slip up to my taint and wrap around my balls, making me moan into his dirty underwear, letting the stink dull my mind.

I feel him suddenly spread me open and spit into my ass. I feel his tongue enter me, pushing his spit into me, priming me, "Fuck you taste good. He shovels his tongue into me, sending convulsions up and down my body. He keeps his hand wrapped right around my balls, pulling on them, sending me into a shivering frenzy.

"Hoowee, boy you ready to get fucked tonight?"

"Yes," I mumbled.

He suddenly slaps me hard across the ass, "Yes and?"

"Yes, Sir," I groan eagerly, "Fuck me, sir!"

He smacks me again, "Louder!" Spitting into my ass again and fingering it.

"Fuck me, Sir! Fuck my hole with your dirty redneck dick!"

"Atta, boy." I feel the warm, hard head of his dick prod just outside my hole. He starts thrust real slow. In. Out. In. Out. I groan into underwear on my face.

"Fuck that's tight." He grunts, his hand on my back holding me, "You like feeling that big ol dick in you, boy?"

I took a deep breath, inhaling the stink, and relaxing my muscles, "Yes, sir." He continues thrusting, getting deeper.

"This is what you wanted, boy. I had you pegged from the beginning. When I saw you peeking from your trailer windows, I knew... You wanted this dick...This big dirty redneck dick... It was all you could think about." His hot breath on my back, as he picked up speed.

"Ugh... yes, sir." I could barely form words. The air was hot and humid with filthy sex. It made my whole body lose and sweaty.

"Fuck...I'm going balls deep now, boy." He suddenly presses my head into the bed and holds it there, his voice deep, breathy, "Gonna breed you, boy....ugh... Gonna put a baby in you."

He fucked me rough and hard now. My open mouth was pressed against his dirty underwear. My tongue was hanging out. My eyes were in the back of my head. I felt my whole fatty body jiggling with each thrust. His hairy balls slamming into my taint. The whole bed was shaking.

He thrusted hard and then I felt his dick and whole body jolt, "Fuuuck!" He groans like an animal. My asshole is then flooded with hot cum. I feel it splash my insides. I couldn't take it anymore. My dick convulses and sprays rope after rope of cum all over his blanket.

He stands there leaning on me, his hand still pressing my head into the bed, for a mini or two. Then pulls out.

"Ooh, boy... We made a mess....Heh..." He was very out of breath. I go to sit up, but he pushes me down again, "Who said you could get up, boy? You lay your pretty face right there while I clean you up."

I then feel his tongue in my ass again. He was eating his cum out of me greedily. I found myself moaning again as he scraped his tongue on my insides. It sent shivers down my spine. It went on for a few minutes until, I felt him pull his tongue out, then he pulled me up to meet his lips, removed the underwear from my mouth and kissed me. His salty cum covered tongue embraced mine. We made out for several minutes until he let go, pulled the underwear off my face, stared into my eyes and asked,

"You think that pizza is still hot?"

The End