"Sure, as long as he stays, so I got a way home later."
From Create Your Own Story
"Maybe the little fucker is mine," the Italian says, tossing his shirt over one hairy shoulder and grinning at you, and the trucker smirks.
The trucker undoes his belt and unzips his jeans, revealing he's going commando. He tugs out an uncut cock and nods at you.
"Get it wet, boy."
You kneel in front of him, shaking in the cool air at what you're doing, but incredibly turned on. More of the Italian delivery man's cum drips from you ass, and it makes you all the hornier as you take the trucker's cock into your mouth. He's sweaty, and tastes a little dirty, but kneeling naked in front of him in the woods, that just turns you on. You slide your tongue under his foreskin, and the trucker moans.
"That's right, get it hard, fucker..." he says, gripping your hair tight in one hand. You hear the Italian move around, and then feel his legs against your back. He pushes the back of your head into the trucker's crotch, forcing the man's dick deep into your mouth. You gag a little, but the trucker just laughs, shoving against your face, and pushing his cock deeper into your throat.
You hear footsteps, and but you can't see anything with your face pressed against the trucker's pubic hair, your head held tightly in place by the two men. You gurgle as the trucker pulls slightly out of your mouth, then rams his shaft back in.
"Evening," a new voice says.
"Evening," the Italian delivery man replies. "You're next up."
That shocks you, but then the trucker fucking your face pulls your mouth off his dick and says, "Pull him up." You steal a glance and see that the newcomer is a second trucker in a red football jersey and jean. He's a bald guy with a handlebar mustache and wide shoulders and just the beginnings of a beer gut.
Then the Italian yanks you up by your armpits. You rise shakily, and the two men grab your shoulders and turn you around, walking you to the far side of the clearing where there's a large rock. The Italian walks around it to the other side, and the trucker forces you to lean against it, pressing your chest against the dirty stone. The Italian takes your arms in his hands and pulls them forward - you're leaning over, ass exposed, and the hairy stud holds your wrists tight. He nods at the trucker behind you, and you feel the trucker's cock at your hole. He grips your waist, and pushes his thick cock inside you with a grunt.
"You like it like that, boy?" the trucker growls, and starts fucking you, the denim of his fly rough against your ass.
"Yes!" you say, and the Italian tugs on your wrists so hard you have to rise to the tips of your toes - every thrust of the trucker rubbing your dick mercilessly into the rock. You feel like a total whore, and the sensory overload of being fucked, held down, and watched is making you crazy.
"Fuck him!" the new man in the red jersey growls. "Fuck him good. Get him ready for me."
You lean across the rock, eyes locked on the hairy Italian who brought you here, and hold on as the man fucks you with a mean pace, and feel your own dick restored to full hard-on, your balls aching for release.
The Italian leans in close to your face. "You are a nasty little fucker, aren't you?" He grins. "I think I'm in love."
The trucker fucking you comes with a loud, "Yeah!" 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 turns, giving your ass a hard slap, and then tucking his cock back into his jeans as he walks away.
You lean against the rock, shaking, and what feels like a small flood of cum leaks out of your ass. The Italian hasn't let go of your wrists, and his gaze is locked on yours.
"Another, boy? Tell me you want another..." He leans forward, and breathes into your ear, voice low. "You know you want to take another cock. I want you to."
Behind you, you hear the man in the red jersey unzip his jeans. You ass burns with the ravaging its taken tonight, and yet... your dick is rock hard...
You say...
