Go with the Italian down the path.
From Create Your Own Story
"Let's try the path," you say, trying to sound casual, but even you can hear the mix of excitement, lust, and fear in your voice
The Italian grins, and squeezes your ass again, a little rougher. "I was hoping you'd say that. I want to ride your ass something fierce."
You feel your cock throb, and he lets go of your ass and starts walking.
He leads 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. Once or twice, you think you hear someone off in the bushes, a moan or a grunt, but you don't see anyone. You shiver a little.
The hairy delivery man steps to the side ahead of you, and when you reach him, he grabs your shoulders and pulls you into a bit of a clearing, where the ground is littered with bits of cloth, wrappers, and paper. The hairy stud pushes you against a large tree with low branches, kissing you roughly and filling your mouth with his tongue. 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.
"Wait," you say, and reach into the pocket of the jeans where they hang, handing him a small bottle of lube. He grins, and then 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 brown polyester uniform.
"Souvenir," he grins. He looks at you, and you're acutely aware of how naked you are, your cock hard in front of you. "Damn, boy," he says. "I'm gonna fuck you in half."
He holds the small bottle of lube in his mouth while he unbuttons his uniform shirt and pulls it off. His chest is wide, thick with stocky muscle, and incredibly hairy, as are his arms. He throws his shirt onto the tree, then undoes his pants and tugs down them and his underwear, revealing a thick uncut cock with a bulbous head and low-hanging balls nearly obscured by thick dark hair. His uniform join your clothing on the tree branch. He grips his cock for a moment, already hard.
"You ready?" he asks, taking the bottle from his mouth with the other hand.
"Absolutely," you say.
"Turn around then," he says.
You brace yourself against the tree, using both hands, and you feel the stocky stud step behind you, pressing the heat of his cock against the small of your back. A moment later, the slick lube dribbles a bit down your ass crack, and the delivery man runs his calloused fingers up and down, spreading the liquid. When his fingertips reach your hole, you moan, and press back against him.
He doesn’t need any more prodding. Lining up his cock at your hole, he presses against you slightly, his hairy body putting off heat you can feel.
“Ready to get fucked ragged?” he says. The sensation of his cockhead is hot against your ass, and you squirm back against him.
“Yes,” you say, and with a laugh, the hairy stud rams his cock into you. You yell at the intensity of his cock shoved so roughly inside you, but he doesn't even pause. He grips your waist with both hands, and after ramming himself as deep as he can, he pulls nearly all the way out back in again. You swear, and cling to the tree to stay upright. His hands bite into your waist, and with every thrust his balls slap against yours, sending waves of heat through you. You grunt and moan and gasp as he plows you, holding tighter to the tree to brace yourself. Your cock throbs, but without a hand free to jerk yourself, the pressure builds in your balls without relief. He's relentless on your hole, mean and angry with his cock. You've never been fucked this rough before.
It's obvious he's enjoying himself, and he starts to speak. "You like that, you little fucker?"
"Yes!" you gasp.
"You like getting fucked? You like taking my dick, you little whore?" His grips is so tight it's painful, and shoves into you as hard as his wide frame can, making you cry out.
You shove your ass against his onslaught, feeling his cock slam deeper and deeper inside you, sweat dripping from the hairy man's chest onto the small of your back. His thrusts grow wilder, and with a deep grunt, he shoves forward hard, and empties a load deep in your ass. He holds himself there for a moment, dick spurting in your guts, then pulls out, taking a step back away from the tree. You feel his cum dribble out of your ass a bit, and you stay there a moment, panting. Your cock throbs, wanting release. Your ass burns.
"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 delivery man's cum dribbles out of your ass. Your dick bobs in front of you.
"He likes it rough," the Italian says, apparently not concerned with being naked in front of the trucker.
The trucker looks at the hairy stud. "He yours?"
You blink, unsure what the trucker means.
"I brought him here," the Italian says, "but he ain't mine. I'm pretty much done with him," he chuckles, gesturing to his slowly deflating dick.
The trucker looks at you, and spits into the bushes. "You like it rough, boy?"
The Italian moves to the tree as if to gather his clothes and go.
You say...
