Step outside and get some fresh air.
From Create Your Own Story
You start to move for the door but the tattooed stud laughs, and says, "You might want to put on some clothes, dude." You blink, realizing you're naked and there's spunk on your face and dripping down your legs, and awkwardly put on your boxers and shoes again, not quite clear-headed enough for more.
Outside, the air is cool on your chest and legs, you feel a little better, even though you can feel cum spreading in a wet-spot from your ass. Inside, you can hear the bear fucking the slim blond, and it makes you all the hornier. Before you really have time to think about it, you're walking down the small path beside the bathrooms, deeper into the woods behind it, taking deep breaths, hoping to calm down a bit.
Your head is clearing a little, but the deep breaths do nothing for your dick, which just seems to get harder the more time that passes. You stop near a tree and lean on it, crossing your arms over the wood and pressing your forehead against them. You're crazy horny.
You stay like that for a while, breathing and trying to get control of your dick. You hear footsteps, and bite your lip, figuring the guy with the tattoos or one of his pals has gotten tired of waiting for you to "catch your breath." You stand still, just breathing, and a moment later it seems you're right - a hand tugs at the waist of your boxers, pulling them down a little at a time. A finger probes your sticky ass crack, and you let out a little moan, pushing back.
"Nice."
The voice startles you and you jump - it's not one of the four guys you came here with! You step away and turn around. 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 shift, embarrassed and blushing at having let him almost finger you right the middle of the woods.
The trucker looks at you, a slow glance up and down your whole body. You shiver as he lifts his finger to his mouth and licks it. "You got fucked, eh? You lookin' for more?"
You blink, realizing what the trucker means, face burning. Your dick throbs in your pants, and you shiver again. You're so fucking horny!
The trucker looks at you, and spits into the bushes. "You want to get fucked some more, boy?"
You say...
