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Subject: A very English Trailer Park – Part 2 Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Remember you can make your donation in Honour of your favourite writer too. fty/donate.html No part of this story may be reproduced in whole or in part in any manner without the permission of the author. ———————————————————————- KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK We both stopped and looked at each other. `Who can that be? KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK `Dunno, it sounds important though’ Dan moved back off the bed and went down the corridor to the door, I sat up and listened as he opened it. I could hear a young voice. `Sorry to bother you, we are leaving now; you left your watch at ours’ ********************* A very English Trailer Park � Part 2 “Fly me to the moon and let me play amongst the stars, let me know what love is like on Jupiter and Mars” The old guy on the stage, spun his microphone; it let out a hight pitched squeal. I couldn’t stop myself `God, this is like the death of a thousand cuts’ Dan shook his head `Oh, lighten up, he is trying his best, after all it was you who wanted to come to the “Hawaiian Ball room” tonight’ `The “Hawaiian Ball Room was on Hi De Hi” this is the “Show Bar” Dan wiggled his fingers in the air; ala Shirley Bassey repeating “The show Bar”, he grinned and finished his drink, then winked `When do you think the show starts? I finished my drink and waggled my glass at him `Do you want another one? `Well, in for a penny in for a pound’ He smiled and leant forward and whispered in my ear `I love you’ Then he was off towards the bar. We hadn’t spoken about last night again, I still wasn’t sure what had happened if anything; he didn’t seem to think anything had, but had no idea why he had left his watch at the young guy’s caravan. * “In other words, please be true, in other words, in other words, I love you” The applause was polite as the Frank Sinatra wannabe finished his routine with a kick and a sky punch. I glanced round Dan was finally getting served at the bar, he turned back towards me; we made eye contact, he nodded down at the tray, grinning; great he had brought a couple of rounds. `Phuff, phuff, phuff, one, two, three’ A young guy in a black jacket stepped up to the microphone, blowing and tapping, on the mesh bulb. `Ladies and Gentlemen, a big round of applause for our very own Frank Sinatra’ Another round of what can only be described as polite applause greeted him. Dan arrived back at our table just as the compare started again. `Ladies and Gentlemen, let me check my watch, YES, it’s after 10pm so with all the little ankle biters now off to bed, it gives me great pleasure to introduce “Mind Meld”. More polite applause as the lights dimmed. I turned to Dan `No doubt another nail in the coffin of light entertainment’ `Oh, you wanted to come to this “Holiday Camp”, lighten up and enjoy it’ I hated when he did air inverted commas, I turned back to the stage. A few lights twinkled on the back cloth, a backing track began playing what I can only describe as meditation music and then the man from the “Milk Tray” adverts jumped up on to the stage. Enthusiastically he introduced himself as “Mind Meld”; a hypnosis act, thank God: I thought he was going to be a magician. Straight away he began asking for volunteers, as a voice in my head screamed out. `You have got to be fucking joking’ Hearing a loud “Hummmpf” from next to me, I realised I had said it out loud too. The “Hummmpf” was followed by Dan standing up and announcing loud and clear `I’m game’ My jaw hit the table as he began walking towards the stage to the loudest applause of the night. Wolf whistles joined the whoops and clapping as he climbed the few stairs onto the stage; I glanced round, most of the noise was coming from what I had thought was a stag night; well one of them was in a mankini ala Borat. Milk Tray man invited him up onto the stage. Dan, was looking good as usual; his olive-coloured dress shorts, set off his tanned legs and his brown deck shoes, up top his light blue short sleeved shirt with the top few buttons open showing off his hairy arms and chest. Dan waved round at the audience, flashing his green eyes, wow , he looked good. `Okay, I need one more volunteer, for the first part of the show’ Milk tray man beamed out into the room; there was a bit of a commotion from what I thought was the ataşehir escort stag group and `Borat’ in his lime green mankini was pushed forward towards the stage. Once he was up on the stage the audience got a good look at him, he was blond haired, maybe six foot tall, obviously fit; the mankini was a tight fit, he stood with one hand in front of his crotch and waved to the crowd; Dan and him exchanged a few words and then, Milk Tray man announced that he was taking them both back stage to hypnotise them and he would be back shortly. Dan and Mankini man waved again as the music became racier; the three of them left the stage, I couldn’t really believe it; oh well. I sat enjoying my drink; people watching, it was one of my favourite things to do. `Hi, are you with Dan? I looked up, there was a middle-aged white guy standing next to me. `Err yes’ I stood up as he proffered his hand. `I work with `Mind Meld. He is just about to put Dan under and wondered if you would be up for it too? Before I could answer he pressed on `We find it always provides for a more entertaining evening and with you two being a couple, kissing and all the silly show stuff, doesn’t cause any family rows’ He gave a little chuckle `I am sure you know what I mean’ I nodded involuntarily. `Great well follow me then’ Err, before I knew it I was following the guy out through a fire door passing signs saying “Green Room”, he held open the door for me, smiling. `Dan here he is’ Dan was grinning and drinking what looked like a large Gin and Tonic; Milk Tray man appeared. `Good evening you must be Dan friend’ “Friend? I glanced at Dan, I was about to say something; thinking better of it, I nodded and took his hand shaking it. For the next five minutes he didn’t stop talking; It felt like a barrage, I couldn’t get a word in; all I did was nod in agreement. I barely noticed the crystal taken from his pocket, even when it began to swing in front of my eyes, all I could concentrate on was his voice, his voice, his voice. `Now Drew, we are going to have some fun with Dan and Borat here, you are just going to watch quietly; you will say nothing but be aware the whole time and when I say `Revert’ you will wake and remember nothing of what has happened’. The music started up outside in the “Show Bar” once more and I took a seat at the side of the stage. Dan and Borat; still in his mankini, but now no longer hiding his crotch, were led to two seats at the front of the stage. Milk Tray man again asked the audience to check for children; making a game of it, he had prowled round the stage peering out in to the dark. Then he stopped and announce he had a better idea; he gave a little giggle and moved over to Dan and Borat, standing behind them he addressed the audience again. `Ladies and Gentlemen, I think we need the help of the child catchers from Chitty Chitty Bang bang, just to make sure’. He waved his arms and his assistant, brought out two hats with feathers and two little hand bells. Within a few minutes both Dan and Borat, where dancing through the crowd, tinkling their bells and singing `Children, Children, lolly pops, ice cream’ The place was in uproar. He summoned them both back to the stage. `Where are all the children? He asked. They both shook their heads. `What? there aren’t any? Both Dan and Borat shook their heads again, both looking really disappointed; another chuckle from the Milk Tray man as he took back the hats and bells and got the two of them to sit down again. He faced the audience. `Now, we are sure there are no children, I have to ask that anyone who is easily offended leaves or shall I keep the show, all squeaky clean? `There was a chorus of “No’s”, he chuckled again `Very well then, what shall we have them do? He turned away with a flourish. And so, the show started, I sat at the side of the stage, my eyes disbelieving as Dan and Borat, clucked like chickens and baa’d like sheep. The stage darkened and Milk Tray man did an impression of David Attenborough, with sounds of Africa playing over the sound system, he had Dan and Borat, acting like chimps examining each other for flees. `Oh, watch out monkeys he called out, it a couple of elephants’ Another word in each of their ears and the next thing I saw was Dan pulling his pocket linings inside out, making a pair of ears, then down came his fly and out came his cock to cheers from the crowd, even in the stage lights he looked impressive, his cock at least six inches soft hung down in front of him, I was amazed how his bellend looked, it was definitely swollen and hung heavily. `Oh, avcılar escort we appear to have one African and one Indian Elephant’ He pointed at Borat, who had no ears, but still an impressive trunk, not as big as Dan’s but still a good four inches, the music changed to the Jungle Book, Elephants march, no sooner had it done so, than Borat took up position behind a now bent over Dan; he reached between his legs and gripped his cock and the two of them; legs straight, began marching round the room. With thew audience now in stitches, Milk Tray man moved to the front of the stage again as Dan and Borat retook their seats, cocks now hidden once more. `Ladies and Gentlemen, well that’s the show for tonight’ Loud boo’s from the crowd `Well, we might have time for one or two more humiliations, what would you like? The words had barely left his lips, when a female voice shouted `Male strippers’ `What everything off? He grinned; he knew full well what the audience wanted. The music changed again, I could barely believe it, that was the second time this holiday I had heard that tune, Man to Man’s Male Stripper. As the two of them started dancing slowly seductively round the room, Milk Tray man spoke again. `Neither are wearing much in the way of clothing so, who’s for a floor show’ More screams from the audience. Dan and Borat were soon naked; Milk Tray man called them together, and soon they were snogging and grinding against each other, both of their cocks were rising rapidly to the occasion; the audience was going wild, Borat was on his knees in front of Dan, both hands wrapped round Dan’s fat hard cock; I swear his bellend glistened, Borat moved his mouth closer, closer, the screams grew louder and then darkness; as the lights were killed. `Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you, you have been amazing and thank you to Dan and Borat, you have been watching `Mind Meld’ thank you and goodnight’ When the lights came back up, Dan and Borat were gone, Milk Tray mans helper came up to me and took my arm. `This way’ I was led into the green room once more, Dan and Borat were standing both totally naked, Dan’s erection was now fading; his cock sticking out horizontally from his body. `Are you taking them both back to your trailer? Milk Tray man, shook his head `Just this one and him, Borat had better go back to his friends, get him dressed again’ Milk Tray, walked to Dan and gripped his cock tightly, then pushed his lips to Dan’s `I am going to have some fun with you’ ** A short time later, we were both back in Milk Tray man’s trailer. His helper said good night and left, he kept Dan standing naked, while he poured himself a large drink, he grinned `At least I don’t have to waste it on you two’ He took a gulp, `Okay lets get the party started, strip me Dan and make love to me’ I watched as Dan flashed a smile and then, began to slowly strip off Milk Trays, tight black Polo neck jumper, his hand ran over his chest; Milk Tray raised his arms, putting his hands behind his head exposing his hairy damp looking pits. `Lick them’ Dan leaned forward and pushed his face first into the right pit; his tongue began licking the damp hair; he let out a grunt, and pushed his face harder into the hairy pit. Milk Tray, moved his hand to the back of Dan’s head and held his head tightly; while Dan’s tongue did its work. `Lick and breathe my smell, it’s turning you on’ He was right Dan’s cock was on the up again, it throbbed and bobbed, swelling, the fat bellend, leading the way skyward, a dark pink satsuma sized ball sat on top of his thick eight-inch shaft, large hens egg sized balls, nestling in his course black hair. Dan was slobbering and salivating, Milk Tray guided his head from his pit down to his nipple; now Milk Tray was nowhere near as hairy as Dan, but I could see he had a dark treasure trail vanishing down into his black trousers, he pushed Dan’s licking tongue to his other nipple then swapped hands and raised his left arm, exposing this pit to Dan’s hungry tongue; his face vanished into it once more. Dan’s cockhead was glistening, a strand and bead of precum swung from his bellend; Milk Tray pushed him back `Undo my trousers, I don’t want your precum on them, get on your knees’ Dan dropped in front of him; Milk Tray stood his hands on his hips, he nodded. Dan’s fingers began to undo the black belt and then the trouser buttons, he gripped the waist band and began to ease them down, revealing a pair of black Calvin Clein’s, he was obviously hard, his cock tented the front of the material, he pulled Dan’s face to it, holding his mouth avrupa yakası escort to the spreading damp patch; Dan’s tongue licked over the material, causing Milk Tray’s legs to buckle slightly. The trousers slipped past his bum cheeks and fell to his feet, he toed off his shoes and stepped away from his trousers. `Pull off my briefs using your teeth’ Dan did as commanded, Milk Trays cock spung up slapping against his stomach; it was rock hard, but thin and only four or five inches hard; his balls were small like marbles, and he had obviously trimmed his pubes. He pushed his cock into Dan’s mouth; with his hand now either side of Dan’s head, he slowly face fucked him. He turned to me, the first time since we had got back to his trailer. `He’s not bad, let’s see how well he fucks now, follow us and sit on the chair’ I couldn’t resist him and followed him and Dan into the trailers bed room, he clambered on to the bed and stroked his cock. `Get on the bed’ He snapped at Dan `Sixty-nine, me’ I watched as Dan clambered over him, lowering his cock into Milk Trays wide open mouth; they both moaned; Milk Tray was getting the better of the deal, I looked down Dan had gripped Milk Trays small cock between two fingers and was licking at the exposed head. Milk Tray wrapped his hands over Dan’s arse and began to start pulling his bum down, forcing more of his cock deep into his throat; he was grunting and moaning, slurping up Dan’s dripping precum. He moved Dan’s head from his own cock and pushed it down into his pubes, he pulled Dan’s cock from his mouth, hissing `Breathe my balls sweat, while you fuck my mouth, bounce your fucking huge balls off my chin’ He then swallowed Dan’s cockhead and shaft back to his balls, Dan’s arse began grinding them against Milk Trays wet cheeks and chin, Milk Tray gurgled and coughed. After a few more minutes, his hand tapped Dan’s arse, Dan pulled his cock free of his throat, he hovered above the lapping tongue, Dan held his arse in that position, but dropped his face once more into the pubes and balls below him. Another tap on Dan’s arse. `Right flip round and fuck me you hung stud’ Dan manoeuvred himself round and eased himself between Milk Tray’s legs, pushing and bending them back to his shoulders; I watched Dan’s glistening bellend smear at the spot just below the tiny balls and cock. With a thrust of his hips, Dan pushed his bellend home; Milk Tray moaned and gasped, as he recovered, he wrapped his legs round Dan’s back. He stretched up and I watched their tongues begin to enter each other’s mouths. `Fuck me stud’ Dan began to thrust his hips hard and deep, burying himself balls deep in Milk Trays arse. They both began to swear as Dan tore Milk a new one, his balls wet slapping noisily as Milk held on for the ride. The night went on, with Milk constantly changing position as he enjoyed Dan’s thick shaft. Milk came on all fours, with Dan’s cock buried deep inside him, his hard cock, spurting out jets of cum across the bed sheets. He pushed himself hard back against Dan. `Cum in me stud, flood my hole with your man juice’ Dan, grunted, I tried to see his eyes, they were blank; was this how Milk got his thrills? Hypnotising studs and getting them to fuck him. Dan’s thrusts got faster and faster, he flung his head back, with an equal force he used to bury his cock deep; Milk began moaning `Yes, yes, I can feel it, fill me’ A few minutes later, Dan was stood at the bottom of the bed, Milk picked up his phone, a few moments later the Trailer door opened and in came the assistant from earlier, Dan was soon dressed again. Milk stood in front of us. `Right, you had a great night at the show and have just enjoyed a drink in my trailer, you are now leaving to go back to your caravan’ He hesitated for a moment, leant and kissed Dan. `Revert’ I smiled, Dan was smiling too `Great show and thanks for the drinks, goodnight’ ******************* Guy’s well do you want to know more about the holiday? Let me know. I’ll keep posting this and maybe new stories if I feel you guys are enjoying them. There’s nothing more rewarding than knowing that my stories are making other guys cum. Your e-mails inspire me to write more and better stories. So please do send me an e-mail if you want me to keep writing. Other Nifty stories by this writer: `NightCam Fun’ � Gay/Encounters `Exploring my brother’ � Gay/Incest `Joshs Adventures series’ – Gay/Adult Youth `An Army life for me’ – Gay/Adult Youth/Military `Grandmas Bedroom’ � Bisexual/Incest `Dominic Online’ � Gay/Adult Youth `Vampyre’ � Gay/Adult Youth `Operation Pied Piper’ � Gay/Adult Youth `Scream if you want to go faster’ – Bisexual/Adult Youth `Red and Nick’ � Bisexual/Military `The Extraordinary Christmas Party’ � Bisexual/Incest `A Brother Used’ – Gay/Incest

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