"With you two? I think I'd enjoy a ride, yeah."
From Create Your Own Story
"Right on," the dark haired man grins, giving your ass a slap. "I want some of that."
The two men turn off their taps. You do the same, and follow. As you're leaving, the Italian and the otter come into the shower room, the both of them stroking each other's cocks,their towels hung around their necks. The Italian smirks at you as you pass with the two men. You head to the locker room, the truckers walking ahead of you. Once there you gather your stuff and get dressed, while a few other men walk into the room, doing the same. You finish getting dressed, and the truckers appear, in jeans, boots, and well-worn sleeveless t-shirts. The three of you step out through the doors and past the desk, then the two men lead you behind the Spa, where two rigs are parked at the far end.
"Regular place?" the dark haired trucker asks, and the blond nods. He gives your ass another swat, and then climbs up into the first of the two rigs. You follow the blond into the other truck, climbing up awkwardly into the passenger side seat, and then strapping in as he pulls slowly out of the parking lot behind the Spa, following the other trucker's rig.
He hits one of the main roads out of town, until he comes to a large paved parking area with a small brick building near the back lit weakly with yellow lights. He parks the truck, and grins at you.
"There's some paths behind the bathrooms that can get busy," he says. He glances at the parking lot around the bathrooms, and you both see only the other rig of the dark haired trucker, who arrived before you and is smoking outside his rig right now. "Looks like we got the place to ourselves tonight, though." He turns off the rig, and climbs out. You follow him.
The two truckers hook up and walk on either side of you, the dark haired trucker tossing his cigarette onto the paved lot. They lead you past the bathrooms and onto a fairly light trail where you can't see very well at first. Your eyes adjust slowly, and the moon above filters through the trees enough that pretty soon you can see just fine. The two men step to the side ahead of you, and when you reach them, the dark haired trucker grabs your shoulders and pushes you against a tree, kissing you roughly and filling your mouth with the taste of cigarettes. He breaks off the kiss and starts tugging at your belt and your jeans, and you help him, undoing the zipper, and stepping out of them. He takes them and throws them over a nearby branch, then tugs your shirt over your head, adding it to the branch. The blond undoes his belt, and unzips his jeans, grinning.
"Wait," you say, and reach into the pocket of the jeans where they hang, handing him a small bottle of lube. He grins, taking it. Then the dark haired trucker hooks his finger into the waistband of your underwear, and pulls them off. You step out of them, and he tucks them into his back pocket of his jeans.
"Souvenir," he grins. Then he undoes his belt, and unzips his jeans. Neither of the men are wearing underwear, you realize. The dark haired man shoves hard on your shoulders, pushing you down onto the ground with a roughness that makes you flinch. They press towards you, their cocks in front of them, already hard.
You take the blond trucker's cock into your mouth - it has a wicked curve to it - and suck him, taking the other man's cock in your hand and stroking him.
"Hey," the dark haired man says, and slaps the side of your face hard enough to sting. "Suck my fucking cock, boy."
You pop the blond's dick out of your mouth and switch to the dark haired man's, which is thicker, straighter, but not as big.
A moment later, the blond yanks on your hair. "Fuck, boy, my dick needs attention, too."
You alternate between the two of them, desperate to satisfy them both enough, and knowing they're getting off on yanking you back and forth between them. You barely get to spend ten seconds on either cock before they're yanking, slapping or demanding you change to the other dick. You're soon breathing heavy, gagging as they ram their cocks in and out of your face, until finally, the blond sighs.
"Fuck this noise," he says, and yanks on your hair hard, until you rise wincing. He pushes you against the tree, and presses against you, his cock hard against your ass cheeks. "Open up," he snaps. You spread your legs. He squirts some of the lube between your ass cheeks, and then tosses the little bottle aside.
He rams his curved dick into your hole, and you gasp against the rough bark of the tree. He braces his forearm against your shoulders, and starts fucking you with no concern to your comfort, his curved cock hitting the walls of your ass like a battering ram. You're pressed tight against the tree, with nowhere to put your arms comfortably, and no way to lessen the impact of his thrusts. He fucks you for several mean thrusts, and then the dark haired man laughs and says, "Give me a turn, fuck."
The blond yanks his cock out, and you sag a little against the tree for just a second before the dark haired man rams his cock up your ass, holding the back of your neck and pushing your face into the bark. He's a meaner fucker, yanking his cock all the way out with every thrust, then ramming it back balls deep. You gag against the tree, your ass on fire at their assault, but your cock never softens. You can't help it - you're enjoying being used like this.
"My turn," the blond says, and the dark haired man steps away. The blond fucks you again. Then the dark haired man. Then the blond again. They trade after ten or fifteen angry thrusts each time, and soon you hear yourself begging.
"Please," you gasp, as the blond man rams it home. He laughs.
"I think he's ready for it," the blond grunts, pushing deep into your ass and blowing his wad. Immediately after, he yanks himself out, and the dark haired man slams his dick up your chute, adding his own seed to your ass after three angry thrusts.
The two men push away from you, stepping back and tucking their dicks into their jeans, while you cling to the tree, breathing heavily.
"Thanks, fucker," the blond says, zipping his fly back up. The dark haired man doesn't say a word, following suit.
You've never had sex so nasty and cheap before, and you can't believe you liked it so much. You're beyond aroused, and you feel like a whore.
"Nice," a voice says, and startled, you turn. A man is standing on the trail where you came from, in jeans and a white muscle shirt that has seen better days. He's stocky, with a beer gut, and a couple of day's worth of beard growing on his chin in a patch of brown and gray. He's wearing a faded baseball cap, with the logo of a transportation company on it. He's obviously a trucker.
You turn and stand up straight, embarrassed and blushing at having been caught fucking in the wild. More of the trucker cum dribbles out of your ass. Your dick bobs in front of you.
"He's better than nice," the blond says, apparently not as concerned at having just fucked you in front of the third trucker.
The trucker looks at the two men. "He yours?"
You blink, unsure what the new trucker means.
"We brought him here," the dark-haired trucker says says, "but he ain't ours. We're pretty much done with him," he chuckles, "though he'll probably let you fuck him if you ask him nice."
The new trucker looks at you, and spits into the bushes. "I don't ask nice," he says. "But I fuck good."
The two truckers who brought you here from the Spa turn, obviously intending to leave.
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