Ask him to pull over somewhere so you can thank him properly for the ride home.
From Create Your Own Story
He looks at you, and his handlebar mustache quirks as he smiles. He reaches over with his free hand and squeezes your crotch, feeling your hard on through your jeans. He laughs.
"Fuck, boy, you're just destined for trouble, aren't you?" But he turns off the main road and down another until he reaches what looks like an empty lot full of old warehouses. He parks behind one of them, and slowly slows the truck to a stop. You squirm in your seat, pulling your shirt over your head, and then sliding out of your jeans, kicking your shoes and socks off at the foot of the chair. Naked beside him, you smile at him.
"Damn, boy," he says, and unlocks the doors. "C'mon." He opens his door and climbs down out of the driver's side. You do the same, stepping onto the cool pavement in bare feet, and coming around to the driver's side of the truck, where the trucker waits for you.
He pulls the jersey over his head, and you see he is the hairiest stud you've ever seen, a thick coat of dark hair covering his wide chest, gut and shoulders and covering most of his arms. He undoes his belt and shoves his jeans and underwear down past his knees, revealing thick legs just as hairy as the rest of his body, and a hard cut and veiny dick in a nest of pubic hair, and two hairy balls that hang heavy against his thighs. He steps out of them, keeping his boots on, and then reaches for your shoulders, shoving you down. You drop to your knees, eager.
You suck his cock, taking it into your mouth and rubbing your hands along his hairy legs. He lets out a breath, and says, "Fuck, boy, that's right..."
You bob your head up and down, holding on to his waist and feeling his cock grow harder in your mouth, and he takes your hands and moves them up his sweaty chest, where you run your fingers through his damp chest hair and find his nipples. His cock swells in your mouth, growing thick and hard, and you're soon pressing your face against the hair on his stomach and balls, his thick meat buried to the hilt in your mouth, your head moving back and forth on his dick, his hand tight in your hair and guiding you.
"Yeah, that's it, boy," he says. "Eat that fucking dick." You take him as far into your mouth as you can, then let him go, sucking on first one, then both of his hairy balls, your face pressed between his thighs. He slaps his cock against your forehead a few times, then grips under your arms, tugging you upwards. You stand, and he walks you to the front of the truck, then turns you to face it, spreading your legs wide and bracing your hands against the rig. He presses behind you, his hot cock thick and hard between your ass cheeks, and he leans in close to your ear.
"Nobody around for miles," the trucker says, pressing his hairy body against your back. "You make as much noise as you can, boy - I like to hear it."
You feel his cockhead against your sore cummy hole. He grabs your sides, aims his cockhead at your hole, and then shoves his dick up into your ass with a single, hard thrust. You yell with it, and he grunts. With an iron grip on your sides, he pulls all the way out, then rams it back in, crouching a little while his dick is ramming back inside you, making his cock hit and push at different angles up your ass, and making you yelp and yell at the sensations of it battering inside you.
Your fingers tighten in the grill of the rig.
"You like that, boy?" he growls. "You like my dick in your ass?"
"Yes!" you nearly yell. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He's brutal with his cock, ramming you, fucking you, pulling out and sliding back in with quick and angry thrusts. You're soon both covered in sweat, and with one hand he reaches around you and squeezes your dick and balls in turn. You gasp, the sensations overwhelming, and with a loud swear, you blow your wad against the front of the rig while he's fucking you. He laughs, never slowing in his assault on your ass.
When the trucker finally comes, you feel his hot load burn deep in your battered hole, and he presses his hairy chest hard against your back, seeding you as deep as he can.
The two of you stay like that, his cock buried deep inside you, for a long moment, panting heavily. Then he pulls out of you, and you feel his load drip out of your ass and down your leg. He walks around to the driver's side door, and you hear him getting dressed.
"Right," he says. "What's that address again?"
You tell him, shakily climbing back into the truck to find your clothes, and he drives you home.
You will never forget this birthday. Ever.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
