Ray is investigating a poacher when he winds up in the legendary Smashwood Trailer Park. That’s where he meets up with the raunchiest hick around: Cody Lankford! Cody is a filthy redneck who always says “a mouth is a mouth”, which is a philosophy Ray can get behind… or underneath!
Can Ray find what he’s looking for?!
Or read the whole thing here!
Ray parked in the public lot facing the Smashwood Trailer Park in Bunson, Arkansas. He got out of his car and stretched. It had been a long drive from Little Rock.
This area was beautiful, he thought. He had passed verdant hills and sun-choked meadows that rolled into the horizon like thunderclouds. Dense forests with layers of old growth and explosions of wildlife scattered along the roadside, where little campgrounds and isolated farms were the only landmarks for miles.
But Ray wasn’t here just to sightsee. He was here for business.
When he headed into the trailer park, he was first struck by the man in boxer shorts staring at him. He was tattooed, smudged with dirt all over as though he had been used as a sponge to clean a dirty window. His hair was pale brown and hung back in a mullet that extended well below his shoulders. He wore only boxers and was covered in soap suds — he was bathing himself with a hose.
Ray nodded across the ditch that demarcated the end boundary of the trailer park. The bathing redneck nodded back. He was lean and lanky, ropy-muscled, suds covering his dusky tattoos. He rinsed, getting some of that dirt off and soaking his boxers in water and soap. He still had smudges of dirt all over, and his tanned skin looked the color of dirt anyway — or maybe he wasn’t tanned, and the dirt had been ground into his skin until he was the color of dried-out-clay.
“Howdy,” Ray said with a grin.
“Howdy stranger,” said the man, Cletus, who scratched his balls nonchalantly, as though he bathed here in these nearly-translucent white boxers every day. They were threadbare and plastered to his ropy legs with soapy water. They were plain white boxers, and, Ray suspected, prison-issue.
“I’m looking for someone named Cody Lankford,” Ray said with a smile. He extended his hand to shake, but the man just scowled. Ray added, “I’m not a police officer.”
“Don’t know ‘im.” The man turned his head away.
Ray shrugged and continued. Ray had Cody Lankford’s picture, and he was certain he was here. He thought he could find him. In any case, he didn’t believe this half-naked trashy man. Ray meandered towards a group of children playing ball. He thought maybe they would be more willing to answer. Then he heard deep-throated guffaws from the other side of a trailer.
He headed to the backside, where the trailer faced a row of trees. There stood a trio of black men. They were just as dirty as the white man upfront, wearing ratty old wifebeaters above mud-splattered jeans. One of them reeked strongly of body odor when Ray approached and wrinkled his nose.
“Whatchoo want?”
“Hey, uh, sorry for interrupting,” Ray said. They appeared to be dumping out a bucket that smelled of rubbing alcohol — was this moonshine? It looked like they were getting rid of a bad batch of moonshine. But Ray pretended not to notice. “I was looking for Cody Lankford. He-“
They all laughed, and one of the black men clutched his meaty belly beneath his wifebeater, which was formerly white but now gray like dishwater. He howled with laughter. “Cody?! You lookin’ for Cody?”
“Whatchoo want wit’ him? You studyin’ hicks?”
“He the raunchiest hick in this whole trailer park, man, you don’t want him-“
“He prolly fuckin’ a fat girl who make a face like this-” The younger black man made a funny, possibly orgasmic face, and they all guffawed. “And she got hair the color of raccoon piss, he be in there-” He pantomimed eating pussy and gagging on the taste. “Ummm…. Yum-yum, yummy in my tummy, I love eatin’ rancid snatch-“
“He prolly wallowin’ in sum mud-pit, mistuh.”
“He is nasty, right nasty. You police? He ain’t a bad fellah, just a stinky one-“
“And he loves fat-girl pussy-“
“Shut the hell up, Mane, yo’ female ain’t exactly skinny neither-“
“Least she don’t smell like a beached whale!”
“Smellin’ like a whale in the ocean ain’t that much better, Mane-“
“Like either of you two niggas ever see a whale. You never even seen the ocean-“
“He seen a whale! He eat whale pussy up!”
Ray walked away. It seemed this argument was going to continue indefinitely. He heard them laughing and arguing over who fucked fatter women. Ray had no interest in that. At least he knew he was on the right track.
He was surprised that nobody had reacted like Cody Lankford was a bad guy. They had asked if he was police, but that was probably pretty typical for around here. They hadn’t reacted like they were scared of him, or like Ray could have been a rival gangbanger, or like Ray should just run away. The inescapable conclusion was that they didn’t see Cody as a threat.
He headed deeper into the trailer park. He saw a bevy of haggard women who appeared to be smoking meth, but Ray didn’t want to talk to them — it was clear they wouldn’t give useful information anyway, they were hazed out and dim. He saw a fat man in holey white briefs guzzling vodka from a bottle as he picked shards of broken glass from his foot. But Ray just continued. He thought he should walk through the whole park before deciding on what to do next. He stopped only when he heard an engine roaring, coming closer. It was zippy, buzzy, not rumbly like a car.
It was a dirtbike.
Ray turned around just in time to see a shirtless white man in a tangled blond mullet approach on the back of a mud-splattered dirtbike. The dirtbike was slowing down, and the blond man guffawed as he came to a stop near Ray.
“Goddamn hell!” the blond man said. He hopped off the dirtbike. Ray couldn’t tell if he was talking to him, or just plain talking. It was weird to stop next to a stranger in a trailer park as though continuing a conversation with him. “It was chokin’, I swear it was chokin’ like Chucky gobblin’ cock. I gotta get back in the engine and fix it up, I don’t like it chokin’ when I’s out runnin’, swear to God! That was a good run, I say! Woo-hoo!” He looked at Ray as though he had only just now realized he didn’t know him. “Who are you?”
“I’m Ray.”
“Cody.”
“Hi, Cody,” Ray said.
Cody had deep dimples which belied the trashy look, and he was well-muscled though short, wiry like he struggled to gain weight. His hair was unwashed, his furry armpits glistening with sweat. His body was splattered with wet clumps of mud that dripped off him as he brought the dirtbike to a tattered trailer. He flopped onto a lawnchair.
There appeared to be more mud on him as well, not only the wet mud from the dirtbike ride he had just finished. He had been muddy even before then. He had never bathed from last night, when his boss made him come over to start assembling a gazebo. He had bought all the wood and the plans, and Cody started work on it until the rain got too bad and he went home.
“You Donna’s brother?” Cody asked after a brief pause, nodding towards one of the trailers next to his own. He spread his legs in his rank jeans as he settled down in his lawn chair. He pulled out a pouch of tobacco and rolling papers, and he began to roll a cigarette of his own.
“No, I don’t know Donna,” Ray said. “I think I came here to talk to you. You Cody Lankford?”
“Aaaaah, man… I swear, I know that bitch ain’t have my baby, okay? She wasn’t even pregnant like three months after we fucked, okay? I swear, I’ll do a DNA test, no pro’lem-“
“No, it’s not that,” Ray said. “Two years ago, you were arrested with a gun. A Beretta M9-“
“Hey, I did my time, man. I don’t drink neither, ask my parole officer. I see him e’ry other week. I don’t give ‘im no trouble neither, nosuh-“
“Yes, yes, that’s fine. I just wanted to know what happened to the gun.”
Cody paused and raised his eyebrows like he thought this was a trick question. “I got arrested, man. I ain’t have a license for the gun. The police took it.”
“So what happened to it?”
“It sat in a evidence locker till I pled guilty.”
“Then?”
Cody shrugged. “I dunno. Never thought about it. Don’t they auction that shit?”
“They don’t auction guns, no. Police don’t want to spread them around, and plus they can’t be sure you didn’t modify it to make it more likely to malfunction.”
“I ain’t modify shit, mothahfuckah. What’s this about?”
“A few months ago, that gun was used to kill an elephant. Someone shot the elephant nine times in the head,” Ray said. “A poacher who just wanted the ivory, left the elephant to rot in the grass. That’s what I do, I’m hunting down ivory poachers-“
“What?”
“I’m just trying to find what happened to that gun. I matched the ballistics through an Interpol search of convicted-“
“What? You accusin’ me of shootin’ a elephant?”
“No! Not you, I know you didn’t do it. I already investigated you. You don’t even have a passport.”
“That’s right, shit…”
“I guess somebody with the police department must have taken the gun,” Ray said. “Either a cop or someone in the evidence room. They probably took all the guns that were supposed to be destroyed and sold them. Do you have any thoughts on who might have done that?”
Cody’s smiling face had gone dour and frowning. He glared at Ray. “I ain’t… I don’t work wit’ police.”
“I’m not the police. I’m hoping to get a cop arrested. That’s the opposite of what police do-“
“I know. But it’s still kinda like bein’ a cop — it’s a con-undrum.” Cody sounded like he had never said that word before. “I don’t help the police arrest no one. No snitchin’ is a rule we gots around here, boy. It’s a rule we take mighty serious.” He spat on the ground, some of it landing on his ankle. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He took a deep drag off his home-rolled cigarette. His scruffy beard hairs wiggled as he inhaled. “I dunno if it applies if the person gettin’ arrested is a police officer too.”
“Well, I can’t arrest anyone-“
“Man, you tuggin’ on my shit and tellin’ me it ain’t a turd,” Cody said. “You workin’ to solve a crime, right? ‘Round here, man solve his own crime. If’n you think someone done killed an elephant, you take the fight to him. Don’t go gettin’ po-lice involved, nosir.”
“Okay.”
“What?”
“I’ll do that. I’m not really looking to arrest whoever this is. I’d settle for making sure everyone knows they’re an elephant poacher, and maybe kicking a little ass. What do you think?”
“Man… jerk me off,” Cody said with an absent-minded sigh. He hobbled out of his chair, his big fleshy body shaking. He flexed his biceps and punched his own palm.
“Whip it out then.”
Cody didn’t seem to be listening. He went into the trailer and rummaged around. He finally emerged with a stack of papers. “Here. The fellah who signed my evidence out of storage was named Robin Thorne — oh…” Cody had clearly just realized something, but he didn’t say it.
“What happened? You know him?”
“He… Man, I don’t like folks who pry into anothah man’s business. I just… I know he got a side business dealin’. He know folks who might could know other folks who might could buy some guns now and then. Ain’t sayin’ nothin’ more, mistuh, and you can jerk me off, shit…” Cody went pale and guffawed nervously as he realized only then that when he said “jerk ne off” a few moment ago, Ray had told him to whip it out. Cody said “jerk me off” so often it threw him for a loop that Ray had taken it literally.
“I said, whip it out,” Ray said. “You’ve been very helpful.”
Cody shifted his weight between his big meaty feet. His pecs rippled. He frowned. “What?”
“You keep demanding I jerk you off. But you have to take it out,” Ray said. “I promise I won’t let anyone know you put me onto Mr. Thorne. It’s in the court papers, so I didn’t technically need anyone to tell me. I could have found that out myself, if I had known to look.”
“Hmmm.” Cody blushed and laughed uproariously. He clutched his belly. “You serious ‘bout swallowin’ my dick, mistuh? Cuz I don’t mess around ‘bout that-“
Ray dropped to his knees right there at the side of Cody’s trailer. He opened his mouth. Then he nodded to the trailer next to it. “Maybe we should go somewhere more private-“
“Nah. Donna’s gone. She in jail for a week,” Cody said. He swaggered back and forth, trying to work up the courage to do it. He loved dome, and he even loved getting them from men — he didn’t much care — a mouth was a mouth was a mouth, after all, that was what his pappy always said.
“Oh. Okay then,” Ray said. He liked the idea of kneeling in the mud and servicing Cody’s filthy body anyway. Cody reeked of sweat, but it wasn’t foul — it was fresh, recent from the dirtbike-ride he had just finished. His jeans were more rank, like they hadn’t been washed in months. Ray could smell layers of sweat that had soaked into the denim. Mud splattered all over him, weighing down those jeans.
“You serious ‘bout swallowin’ sum dick? Sheeit, man, sheeit…” Cody cackled. He took another drag off his home-rolled cigarette and undid his fly. His cock flopped out and slapped Ray in the face. Cody chuckled, making his dick bounce up and down and jab Ray in the nose. It smelled especially strongly of crotch-sweat, filthy manhood and stale funk. Somehow a few drops of mud had gotten in there and stuck to his dickshaft.
But Ray certainly didn’t mind. He enjoyed his honkies rough-and-tumble and as dirty as they came. Cody certainly seemed to live up to his reputation as the raunchiest honky in the trailer park, so Ray put his cocktip in his mouth and suckled loudly.
“Goddamn, boy!” Cody bellowed, a little overconfidence in his voice, like he was covering up his own discomfort with bluster. He shook his ass back and forth, swaying like a stripper and making Ray follow his cock with his mouth. “You was serious ‘bout this shit. You ain’t even thinkin’ twice, swear to God. You like dirty boys?”
Ray nodded without pulling Cody’s dick out. It slowly firmed up as it rubbed against his tongue, and Ray slathered it with spit. He ran down the shaft, bit by bit, making eye contact with Cody’s shocked face the whole way, until soon he was nuzzling that coppery pubic hair that scratched at Ray’s cheeks and lips.
“Holy sheeit, boy! Goddamn!” Cody smiled. He wished he had struggled to get hard — not because he wanted to be impotent, he just wanted it to look like Cody had to concentrate. Cody’s father had once said — where Cody could overhear — that he let his buddy jerk him off on a camping trip but that it took him forever to get hard. That sounded manly, Cody had thought, like he didn’t even want to do it but his cock was powerful he couldn’t deprive someone of its salty load, so he felt obligated to oblige.
That was what Cody wanted to be like. His pa was in prison for shooting a cop on a jet-ski, but Cody still idolized him.
Ray moved to licking Cody’s shaft, his tongue curling over its thickness and sucking off the mud that had splattered there. Cody threw his head back, ran his fingers through his tangled, knotted mullet and howled. He beat on his chest, making sweat and something sour — old fruit juice or maybe beer that had spilled on his furred skin some time ago — ran down to Ray’s face. It was sweet but rancid on Ray’s tongue like hot garbage baking in a dumpster, and he guzzled it down.
Then Ray moved lower. He was in a mood for some serious raunch today, and he more he drank of Cody’s filth, the more he wanted.
Cody was shocked that Ray wanted to jerk him off. The trailer park sissy around here always made Cody shower first. That was the most common reason Cody showered — or sprayed himself with the hose, since he didn’t actually have running water in his trailer. He had sold the copper pipes for money years ago, figuring that the hose outside would do just fine.
“Hang on, hoss, lemme get a beer,” Cody said. He only ever let that local perv jerk him off when he’d been drinking, so doing it sober this time, he thought, was probably why he felt weird about it. He reached for the cooler in the shade underneath his trailer and popped the top on a can of beer. He barely drank from it, cuz he was focused on the pleasure arising from his cock.
Ray lowered his head to Cody’s balls, which were even more foul. They had a medicinal scent from the talcum powder Cody used — that was the only bit of personal hygiene he actually did even when he had no meeting with his parole officer or mother to prepare for, because his balls got mad-sweaty until it felt like they had become saltwater.
So his balls smelled and tasted of chalky medicine, though that flavor disappeared quickly in Ray’s mouth, replaced by the sour taste of sweaty balls. His sac was hairy and moist, his balls full and heavy, spreading to fill Ray’s mouth with the flavor of unadulterated, unwashed, unclean manhood.
Ray kept licking until he was sucking on Cody’s taint, sliding through his legs and necessitating Cody to spread his feet as though being arrested. Then Cody turned around. He’d never gotten anyone to lick his ass before. He never even tried — people called him a filthy hick since he was a boy — he didn’t think it was possible for someone to want to lick his ass.
It was thick and hairy and fleshy and a bit reddish from having sat on the rumbling dirtbike for so long. Ray didn’t mind the foul stink emanating from it — that, he thought, was the purest expression of manhood. He loved the struggle of getting through it, of exploring the folds of funk and stench that exploded with every tickle of his tongue into Cody’s tight crack.
“Goddam, boy, you gonna put me to shame! I think we gots a new nastiest mothahfuckah in the park!”
He’d never been rammed, fingered or even rimmed, so his asshole was tight, choked with tangled blackish-blond hairs. Ray’s tongue rammed in quickly, unceremoniously, so thick it stretched Cody’s asshole and made him grunt.
“Shit, damn! You lick like a mutt lookin’ fo’ peanut buttuh on the ground, goddamn!” Cody laughed. He couldn’t decide if it felt good. It had a certain pleasurable quality to it, a deep-burning pit of sensation that roiled within him as his prostate was stimulated for the first time. But it was also kind of like getting rammed with a moist, fleshy dildo, he thought, and there was just a bit of stretching pain.
He was so focused on that that he didn’t realize it made his dick throb and leak copious precum. Cody pounded on the wall of his own trailer, spreading his legs wider and then using one hand to spread his ass the best he could. That gave Ray perfect access to chow down on his hairy crack.
Ray’s entire face was lost in his plump asscheeks. Ray gagged a few times as he lapped at the hair that rubbed against his face. There was so much flavor here, he thought with a giggle. He could have kept tasting it all day, even if it was disgusting. The disgust, he thought, was the best part.
But Ray didn’t want to leave without getting it up the ass. He pulled away, leaving behind such moisture and a sense of desire in Cody’s undulating body that Cody didn’t even notice right away.
“Whatchoo doin’, boy? Get ya tongue back in there, swear to God-” Cody turned around and his eyes opened wide at the sight of Ray’s tight asshole beckoning. Ray backed up and rubbed his asscheeks against Cody’s shaft.
Cody grumbled. He’d only rammed a man in the ass a few times, and he had been drunk enough then he hadn’t remembered it — he only knew because his friends made fun of him for it the next day. But Cody was hard and he had never before turned down a nut.
So he grimaced, stroked his dick one time and wedged it into Ray’s asscrack. He was glad it was smooth and clean. Cody was neither of those things, but if he was going to ram a man in the ass, he was glad it was a man whose ass was smooth and pristine like Ray’s.
The one nice thing about plowing men, Cody thought, was that you could really ram into them. Wrinkling his nose and whinnying like a horse, Cody pressed down on Ray’s back to keep him in position.
“Gettin’ in ya dirt road now, boy, damn! Gimme ya hands!” Cody took Ray’s hands in his and held onto them, forcing Ray to lay his head on the muddy ground with his ass in the air. Cody slipped his cocktip in and shook his head, making his mullet waver. “Goddamn, boy, don’t fight me now! If you want me to stop, say it!”
“Don’t stop! Oh god, don’t stop!”
Cody had dropped his beer, which now spilled out. He frowned — he had spilled most of his first beer of the day. It put him in a foul mood because he couldn’t afford “enough” beer, so he often had to buy that disgusting moonshine from the black men in the front of the park — and that stuff, he thought, would eventually make him go blind. So he didn’t want to waste beer, even this piss-cheap nasty shit that spilled out into the mud and trickled into Ray’s face.
Cody’s bare foot was just inches from Ray’s face. He lifted Ray’s ass to use it like a sex-toy, ramming his dick in and squealing with delight as Ray squirmed beneath him. It felt better than any female he’d ever been with, Cody thought as his cock slid all the way in and out with just the right amount of resistance, enough to make Ray clench and send waves of pleasure through Cody’s body.
A howl and a hoot escaped from Cody’s chest. He tried to spit on his dick to provide more lube, but he plowed back and forth too energetically for that, moving all around the muddy grass between his trailer and Donna’s. Ray could do little more than undulate with pleasure as he was dragged this way and that by the asshole.
Someone he ended up mostly underneath Donna’s trailer, in the little crawlspace there surrounded by water pipes and electrical wires. Cody hadn’t meant to go under here, it was just where he had ended up, and it felt right, hiding underneath a trailer in the dirt. Ray’s face was pressed into the dirt, smashing onto a worm as it tried to wriggle away.
“Oh god! Shit!” Ray shouted out loud, the sound resonant and ringing in the little crawlspace. He could barely reach his dick, but he got enough of a hold on it to stroke himself off, instantly triggering the orgasm his body had been waiting for since Cody’s knobbly dick hit his prostate.
He sprayed cum all over the muddy clay beneath Donna’s trailer. He tightened up as Cody orgasmed as well, then relaxed, letting Cody’s cock shoot the most massive load of his life deep into Ray’s guts. It spilled into him, seeping through his flesh like syrup, creaminess flowing through every nook and cranny of his body.
Cody lifted his head to howl once more, a few drops of drool dripping onto Ray’s shoulders as he did. He painfully banged his head into the trailer above and winced. “Damn-” he pounded on Ray’s ass, the pain in his head overshadowed by the intense climax flowing through his veins. “Take it, man, don’t spill none, don’t move, don’t move, shit, shit…” His breath condensed on Ray’s tense face.
He pinned Ray in position as he emptied those rank, unwashed balls into Ray’s guts. He had never gotten to cum like that, he thought as he watched his cock throb, shooting all the way into a woman’s tight ass.
“Ah, shit…”
“Hmmmm…” Ray sighed, but even that motion was enough to reawaken his orgasm and make him twitch. He was painfully sensitive right now, but he loved every minute of it. Cody’s dick limpened as it marinated in Ray’s cummy asshole, which clenched around it.
“Gonna make you dirty, boy,” Cody said, snorting and whispering right into Ray’s ear. When he saw Ray moan, Cody spat on his face and smeared the fluids all over his cheeks and nose. That made Ray gag and his asshole tighten once more.
Cody kept plowing. Girls never let him do this. It was arduous and painful for Cody, whose dick was soft now. But he liked doing it anyway. He bit his lip and rocked back and forth, turning his load into a big frothy, bubbly mess that coated Ray’s ass.
Ray squirmed as he felt cum slide out of his behind. He was delirious with the pleasure still rocking him in waves. His ass was a giant puddle of cum now, and he loved every moment of it. The heat of Cody’s load seeped through Ray’s flesh.
At last, it was done. Cody’s dick popped out, and Ray let out the loudest sigh of relief ever. He sprawled out in the dirt beneath Donna’s trailer.
Cody climbed out with a hefty chortle. His asscheeks rippled and his back muscles all flexed as he stretched, his goopy dick dangling between his legs. He gave it one last stroke and roared, then wiped his hand clean on Donna’s trailer, leaving behind a whitish-brown mixture of cum, mud and who knew what else. He laughed. She would be furious about that if she had seen it.
“Remember, prettyboy, don’t tell no one I gave you no kinda help,” Cody said. He kicked gently at Ray’s feet. “You hear me under there?”
From under the trailer Ray called out, “Yeah, no problem. I’ll see you later.”
Cody chuckled as he walked away. “Tha’ss right, bitch,” he said.