"Fuck yes, I want to chew 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.

You drop to your knees in front of him, and swallow his meat.

"Yeah!" He spits again into the grass. "Get your fucking mouth on it, faggot!"

The authority in his voice is tinged with threat, and you feel yourself obeying almost on reflex. He's sweaty, and tastes a little dirty, but kneeling in front of him in the woods, it just seems to turns you on all the more. You slide your tongue under his foreskin, and the trucker moans.

"That's right, get it hard, boy..." he says. You take the man's shaft in one hand and stroke him while you suck his cockhead, now released from the foreskin. The trucker breathes a long breath out, and his hand grips your hair, tight. He fucks your face for a few strokes, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. Your dick throbs in your pants, and you moan with need. You want to taste this man's spunk so bad! Your head swims with lust.

You hear footsteps, and manage to look past the trucker's crotch, 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 fucking your face replies. "I'll be done in a minute or two." His voice is low, and ragged.

That makes your groan, but then he pulls your mouth off his dick and says, "Stand up."

You rise shakily, and the trucker takes your shoulders and turns you around, pushing you until you're bent over and gripping a tree with your arms fully extended in front of you. You feel his hands tugging at your fly, and then with a jerk he tugs your pants down, exposing your ass to the night air. Your dick springs up in front of you, rock hard and bobbing, precome dripping. You moan again.

For just a moment, it occurs to you that this is dangerous. But the trucker spits into his hand, and rubs his rough fingers 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, barely lubed by the man's spit. 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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