Nothing, hoping that he won't hurt you too bad.
From Create Your Own Story
You don't answer, and he frowns. "Shit, boy, how old are you?"
You tell him, and he shakes his head. "Get up," he says, holding out a hand for you. You take it, and rise, shakily. "Get dressed," he says. You get your pants. You`re blushing so red you're sure he'll be able to tell even in the dark.
You get dressed, the muddy boot print against your stomach and balls itchy against the denim. The trucker walks you back to his rig, and as you walk, two more men - really rough looking fellas with bushy beards and thick chests - walk past the two of you.
"What if I hadn't come along?" he says.
You shiver.
"You better smarten up, boy," the trucker in the red jersey says. "Guys like them don't take 'no' for an answer."0
You glance back at the bathroom for a second, where the four guys have no idea what happened to you, and then shake your head. You're still rock hard in your jeans, and your ass is leaking come. You've never felt so wound up, or so light-headed. The trucker has to help you climb up into his rig, and you pull out of the parking lot. Once you're on the main highway, he asks you where your home is, and you tell him, voice a little slurred. He glances at you as he turns at the next main exit, and you watch the way he holds the wheel with one hand, noticing how thick his hairy forearms are. You breathe in, and can smell his sweat. You reach down and grab your crotch.
"Shit, boy," the trucker says, glancing over at you. "You're on some good stuff, aren't you?"
"What?" you say, head spinning.
The trucker laughs, and reaches over, squeezing your dick. You moan, and press your dick into his hand. The truck swerves a bit.
"Careful, boy," he says, but he's got a small smile on his face. He lets go of your crotch.
"Sorry," you say, feeling a bit stupid, and writhing a little on the seat. You need to come, damnit!
He growls. "S'okay. I was a horny kid once. Though I didn't hang around waiting for truckers at your age."
You blush. He looks at you. "You get off on it, eh?"
You nod. "I went to this bar. A bear bar. I like big hairy guys. And I met these guys..." You pause, not sure what else to say, exactly.
"And..?" he says, one eyebrow rising, and his mustache twitching with a smile. He reaches over again, and rubs your crotch.
You moan. "I've never done that before," you say. "They brought me here, and then I went outside, and that other trucker... I'm so horny!" You nearly yell this, and the trucker laughs. "I've never been fucked out in the middle of nowhere like that. And when he called me faggot... I just..." Your face is red-hot.
The trucker smirks, and squeezes your cock through your jeans. "You found out you like it rough."
You nod. He laughs, and lets go of your crotch. "No shame, boy. Just need a modicum of sense. Getting high with strangers? Stupid. But liking it rough? That's cool. Lord knows I like to fuck a boy rough."
Getting high with strangers? It suddenly hits you that the four guys from the bar put something in your drink. It shocks you, but you can't help but twist in your seat. You're just so fucking turned on!
You look at the trucker, but he's facing the road again, driving. His bald head is a little wet with sweat, and you can't help but notice his thick chest, and the bulge in his jeans. You bite your lip.
You...
