Crawl over and go get it.
From Create Your Own Story
You crawl towards the men, not trusting yourself to speak, your dick rock hard between your thighs as you move. As you approach, both men tug out their cocks.
Pete grins, and grabs your hair once your close enough tugging you up onto your knees, and shoves his thick cut cock into your mouth. You start sucking him, and he tugs on your hair painfully, popping his dick out of your mouth.
"I feel so much as one tooth, I will fuck you up," Pete says, then he shoves your face back onto his dick. You suck him, hyper-conscious of your teeth. You struggle with him a little, gagging as he quickly tries to shove his dick all the way in your mouth, and he gives your cheek a slap with his free hand.
"Man up, fucker," he snaps. "Eat it."
You try to take him all the way, and he laughs, gripping your head and fucking your face deep. Your hands reach up and take his thighs for support, and you try desperately not to choke or gag on his cock.
You hear Mack moving around. "Hurry up, fuck," the second man says.
"Yeah yeah," Pete says, and with a rough shove, he pushes you off his dick. You nearly fall over, but he keeps your hair in his hand and you grip his thighs and stay up on your knees, though it yanks your hair and makes you cringe and whimper. Mack's cock appears in front of your face, uncut and smelling heavily of sweat, and you swallow it, sucking him while Pete keeps his iron grip on your hair, mashing your face into the other trucker's crotch. He laughs.
Mack lets out a rumbling laugh. "Good mouth."
"Ain't his mouth I'm interested in," Pete says.
You suck and lick at Mack's sweaty cock, feeling him harden in your mouth. Pete yanks your hair again, and you yelp, but fell backwards against him, looking up at the two truckers and shivering at the way they're looking down at you.
They tug you to your feet, and walk you to the ruins of a bench at the edge of the clearing, each of them taking one of your arms. Pete shoves you hard over the rotten wood of the back of the bench, and slaps your ass with one hand. Mack walks around to the front, and shoves his dick into your mouth again, putting one boot onto the bench, and holding the back of your head once your face is buried on his dick.
Pete lines up his cock and rams it up your ass, with only the remnants of the other loads of cum you've taken tonight for lube. You yelp around Mack's dick, and the two men laugh. Pete grabs your shoulders at your neck, pushing you down hard on his dick, and Mack crushes the back of your head into his crotch. You're fucked at both ends, savagely and without pause, until Pete begins to grunt, and with a loud yell, his cock spasms deep in your hole and his load spills into your ass. He pulls out roughly, spraying the second spurt of his spunk across your back. The third spatters on your thighs.
"Fuck yeah!" Pete yells. "All yours, bro."
Mack pulls out of your mouth and you sag over the edge of the ruined bench, your face pressed to the planks of the seat, and your arms feebly holding you in place. Mack moves behind you, grips your waist, and his hard cock slams into your ass with such roughness you see stars. He fucks you rough, and quick, and dumps his own load down your abused chute before he pulls out, panting hard.
"Fuckin' look at that whore. All used up," one of the men says. You're not sure which.
"Thanks, fucker," the other says, and slaps your abused ass hard. You yelp.
You hear them walking away, and after what seems like a long time, you manage to stand up, and limp to the tree, gathering your clothes and painfully getting dressed. You need to get out of here before another trucker comes along, you know, but it still takes you a while to get dressed, cum spreading down the back of your jeans and pant legs. Finally, you fish your cell phone out of your jeans pocket, and start the long, painful walk back to the bathroom, dialing for a cab.
Definitely a birthday you'll never forget.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
