Nod when he quotes the lower price.
From Create Your Own Story
You watch the money change hands, and feel a sense of unreality as the Italian moves back to the tree and leans against it to watch what happens between you and the two truckers who just paid to fuck you. You walk 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, and pushes you down 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. You catch a glimpse of the Italian, who is leaning against the tree still, but rubbing his crotch through his brown pants.
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.
"Anytime," the Italian says.
You hear them walking away, and after what seems like a long time, you manage to stand up, and limp to the tree, where the Italian helps you gather your clothes and painfully get dressed.
Carrying your shirt and socks and feeling your ass ache and your dick throb, especially when you try to squeeze your hard dick into your jeans, you nod at the Italian. You follow the Italian back to parking lot, cum leaking out of your ass and making your jeans wet. You hear noises from the bathrooms as you pass them, and see the two very rough looking truckers leaning and having a smoke beside their rigs - their eyes watch you as you pass. You shiver, aroused and afraid both.
Once you get into the delivery truck, the Italian throws his shirt into the back, not bothering to put it on, and you can't help but admire his wide hairy chest.
"Damn, boy," he says, grinning at you. "You might just be my new favorite toy. Tell me where you live, and I'll drive you home. And maybe I'll drop by every now and then and bring you back here for more good times."
You blush, but tell him where you live. He drives you home - you grip the leather strap and stand, feeling more cum leak out of your battered ass - and when he stops in front of your home, he surprises you by grabbing you around the waist and tugging you against him. You fall into his lap more or less, and he presses your face into his hairy chest, which is slick with sweat. You can't help yourself, you lick it.
He laughs, and tugs your face to his arm-pit, which you lick furiously, loving the taste and smell of him. His free hand reaches down the back of your jeans and his rough finger penetrates your beaten hole, making you squirm on his lap. He finger fucks you rough, and you feel your load finally release in your jeans while you press your face into his arm-pit.
He removes his hand, and you stand up, shaken, a wet spot forming in the front of your jeans.
"G'night, boy," he says, and you climb out of the delivery van.
"See you later," he says, and drives off.
Best birthday ever.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
