"Sorry, I'd like to go home now," and follow the Italian delivery stud.
From Create Your Own Story
You take a moment to grab your clothes, and hurriedly tug on your pants and shoes, carrying your shirt and socks and trying to ignore the way the trucker watches you hungrily as you get dressed, especially when you try to squeeze your hard dick into your jeans. 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 two very rough looking truckers walk past you - bushy beards and bellies and stained shirts - and 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.
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