Try to make a break for it.
From Create Your Own Story
You jump to your feet, feeling a dull ache in your ass, and make a break for it, jogging past the two men.
"Fuck!" Mack tries to grab your arm, but his fingers only graze you, and you start running down the trail, your cock bouncing painfully against your legs.
"Grab his clothes!" Pete yells, and you hear one of the men come running after you, boots heavy against the dirt path, way too close behind you. Your clothes! You feel panic rise, running naked through the trail, and you almost make it to where the trail ends and the paved parking lot begins when the huge man slams into you from behind and you fall to the ground underneath him. You let out a yelp, but his hand snakes around and covers your mouth, his other arm wrapping around yours and pinning them to your chest.
Pete's beard scratches your cheek. "You want it angry then, eh?" he says. You can feel his dick hard in his jeans against your left ass cheek.
You try to squirm away, but the big man holds you down easily. A moment later, Mack arrives, holding your clothes in one hand.
"Let's get him in my bunk," Pete says, and he slowly rises, Mack helping hold you still, and Pete's hand never leaving your mouth. Your traitorous cock is rock hard in front of you, and Mack gives it a squeeze. You moan piteously into Pete's hand.
Mack takes your feet and the two men carry you, squirming and bucking, to one of the rigs parked in the lot. Mack lets your feet go, and opens one of the doors, then climbs up into the rig.
"You scream," Pete says into your ear, "and we'll fuck you up, good. Got it?"
You nod, terrified.
Pete shoves you upward, his hand coming free from your mouth, and Mack half-lifts and half-drags you into the truck, and then between the two huge seats and into a flat berth behind them. You roll onto your hands and knees, shaking, looking at him.
Pete climbs into the truck, and closes the door after him. The two men crouch, facing back at you, and panting a little.
"It's better in private anyway," Pete says, and tugs the sleeveless black shirt over his head. He's hairy, with a belly and a thick chest. "Me first," he says.
Mack nods. "Your truck." He winks at you. "Save some for me."
Pete laughs, undoes his jeans, and crawls into the back of the truck, shucking his pants as he goes. His thick cut cock is fat, jutting about 8 inches in front of him, and he pushes you onto your side, then yanks on your legs to slide you fully onto your back. Your cock slaps against your smooth abs, and he gives it another squeeze.
"Your dick says you want it," he says, and then grabs a rag from behind the driver's seat and shoves it into your mouth before you can say anything.
He lifts your legs and rams his cock home, fucking you rough and mean, with only the remnants of the other loads of cum you've taken tonight for lube. He pins your hands over your head and fucks you with his face close enough to yours you can smell his cigar-scented breath, and his belly heavy against your stomach, pinning your cock to your stomach and rubbing it with his rough hairy skin. His sweat drips onto your chest, and you writhe under him, stunned at how hard your cock remains and how much you want to come while this man violates your ass. There is no question that you are being raped -- but you've never been hotter or more turned on in your young life!
"Haven't seen you here before," he grunts, ramming his cock into you over and over. "You like it like this, though, don't you? Like a fucking whore?" With the last question, he rams his cock deep, and you feel his load blast into your gut, hot against your battered chute. He rolls off you, keeping your hands held firmly in his own, his cock sliding out of your hole with a wash of cum following after.
Mack slides into the back, already naked, as Pete moves to crouch beside your head, holding your hands tight. He's even hairier than Pete, but stockier, with less of a gut. His cock is uncut, and even thicker and longer than Pete's. You can smell his musk heavily as he moves behind you and rolls you onto your stomach. He lies down on top of you, and takes your hands from Pete, and then shoves his dick into your cummy hole. He doesn't speak, but Pete takes up that slack immediately.
"Yeah, fuck him. The bitch likes it," Pete growls, as Mack fucks you with rough jerking thrusts. Your dick grinds against the sheets on the bunk, and you bite down hard on the rag in your mouth. Amidst the attack, you notice for the first time -- oddly enough -- that both truckers are wearing wedding rings. You wonder if they have sons your age?
Mack's pace increases quickly, and it's a mercy when he finally comes, his spunk spraying inside you and out across your back as he pulls out and lets go of your hands. He slaps your ass, then rolls you over.
"Go on then, jerk your whore dick, boy," he says.
You do so, jerking your dick and closing your eyes, amazed at how quickly you come with the two hairy men watching you. Your load spurts across your chest, and a drop hits your chin.
"Obedient, ain't he?" Pete says. You feel his rough hand on your thigh, squeezing.
"We should introduce him to some friends," Mack agrees.
You lie there, terrified to move, not sure what will happen, but knowing that these two men are in total control of what happens to you next. They start to laugh.
"You ever been double fucked, kid?"
You shake your head, a chill running up your spine.
"Well, there's a first time for everything, faggot."
Within minutes Pete is inside you again, holding you tightly in a bear hug as he lies on his back. You struggle and squirm, but your small body is no match for the hairy brute. His huge arms squeeze you so tight you can barely breathe. You cry out as you feel the massive, blunt knob of Mack's 9" trucker cock pushing into your crack -- your asshole is already stretched so tight around the prick lodged deep inside your butt!
Your vision blurs and the cramped berth is filled with the sound of your shrieks. The stocky, middle-aged men guffaw as both their oversized organs conquer you simultaneously. There's no way your young ass could possibly fit two dicks at once -- yet somehow it is happening at this moment. The pain is unbelievable, you are on the verge of blacking out. Yet, dimly you are aware that your hard cock is spewing semen onto Pete's belly.
The man beneath you looks into your watery eyes, a sadistic grin on his rugged mug.
"Shit! Are you cumming, bitch? Fuck, kid, you're one fucked up little queer pervert, aren't you?"
"Gotta love a slut without limits," Mack grunts in your ear. "The night's just gettin' started, little boy."
Definitely a birthday you'll remember for the rest of your life.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
