"Fuck yes, I need more dick."

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The trucker undoes his belt and unzips his jeans, revealing he's going commando. He tugs out an uncut cock and looks at you. "Turn around."

You turn around, bracing yourself with both arms against the tree.

He tugs your boxers down, exposing your ass to the night air, and slaps your ass. You yelp. "Yeah!" He spits again into the grass. "Get your ass ready for it, faggot!" He slaps your ass again.

The authority in his voice is tinged with threat, and you feel yourself obeying almost on reflex. You press your ass out against his every slap. Your dick throbs in your pants, and you moan with need. You want this man's cock so bad! Your head swims with lust.

You hear footsteps, and you turn your head, wondering if it's one of the four guys you came with. It's not any of them. In a mild panic, your head held in place by the trucker's grip on your hair, you see that it's a second trucker approaching, in a red football jersey and jeans, a bald guy with a handlebar mustache and wide shoulders and just the beginnings of a beer gut.

"Evening," the man says.

"Evening," the trucker slapping your ass replies. "I'll be done in a minute or two." His voice is low.

That makes your groan, but then the trucker rubs his dick at your hole, and you push back against him, moaning for it. He aims his cock at your hole, and he grips your waist, pushing himself inside you with a rough entry that makes you yowl.

"You like it like that, faggot?" the trucker growls, and starts fucking you, the denim of his fly rough against your ass. Your butt burns with the rough strokes and the slaps, barely lubed by the first man's cum. You grip the tree and hold on as the man fucks you with a mean pace, and feel your own hard dick slapping up against your stomach, your balls aching for release. His grip slides up to your shoulders and he shoves himself with violent thrusts up into your ass, making you yelp and wince with every stroke of his cock.

"Faggot likes it mean," the man says, breathing heavy now.

"Good," the second trucker says.

The man fucking you comes with a loud, "Fuck!" His load is hot inside you, and you feel it leak around his cock and out of your sore hole. He pulls out roughly, and shoves you, knocking you onto your side in the grass beside the tree. You look up as he turns, tucking his cock back into his jeans and walking away.

What feels like a small flood of cum leaks out of your battered and sore ass. The trucker in the red jersey grabs his crotch, leering at you.

"You got a thing for mean trucker dick, faggot?" He steps toward you, looming above. He uses his booted foot to push you onto your back, and then rubs his foot against your hard dick and balls, tracking mud onto your skin. You moan, head spinning and aching for release. "Yeah," he says. "That's what you want, ain't it? Tell me what you want." His boot presses against your cock.

Some small part of you tries to regain control, but your brain is barely present - you so want to let this trucker fuck you like a nasty whore. You bite your lip, aware of the danger.


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