"That sounds fucking awesome to me. Lead the way."
From Create Your Own Story
Len grins, and opens the passenger side door. You climb into his pickup, and he reaches over, giving your dick a squeeze.
"I do love an eager little fuckboy," he grins, puffing on his smoke.
He drives out of the bar's parking lot and hits one of the main roads out of town, until he comes to a large paved parking area with a small brick building near the back lit weakly with yellow lights. He parks the truck, and grins at you.
"There's some paths behind the bathrooms that can get busy when the truckers are out," he says. He glances at the empty parking lot around the bathrooms. "Looks like we got the place to ourselves tonight, though." He turns off the pickup, and gets out. You follow him.
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. Len steps to the side ahead of you, and when you reach him, he grabs your shoulders and pushes you against a tree, kissing you roughly and filling your mouth with the taste of cigarettes. 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 Len 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 grass-stained jeans.
"Souvenir," he grins. Then he holds the small bottle of lube in his mouth while he pulls his shirt over his head. His chest is wide, and thick with stocky muscle, as are his arms. He throws his shirt onto the tree, then undoes his jeans and tugs down them and his underwear, revealing a slightly curved cut cock with a bulbous head. His jeans and underwear join yours on the tree branch. He grips his cock for a moment, already hard.
"You like?" 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 Len 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 Len runs his calloused fingers up and down, spreading the liquid. When his fingertips reach your hole, you moan, and press back against him.
“Eager, aren’t ya?”
“Yes,” you nearly hiss.
Len doesn’t need any more prodding. Lining up his cockhead at your hole, he pushes himself in with, slowly at first, but with more pressure as you press back against him and let a long breath out between your teeth. The cold air is amazing on your body, and the sensation of doing this out in the woods, naked, has you rock hard.
“Ready to get fucked ragged?” Len says, once his dick is buried in your ass. The pressure is hot and hard, and you squirm back against him.
“Yes,” you say, and with a laugh, Len starts to fuck you. He grips your waist with both hands, and with every thrust his balls slap against yours, sending waves of heat through you. You grunt and moan and curse as he plows you, holding tightly 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.
Len’s thrusts grow rougher, and he starts to speak. "You like that, fucker?"
"Yes!" you gasp.
"You like getting fucked? You like taking my dick, you little whore?" He grips you so tightly it's painful, and shoves into you as hard as his stocky 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 Len'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 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.
"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 Len's cum dribbles out of your ass. Your dick bobs in front of you.
"He's better than nice," Len says, apparently not as concerned with being naked in front of the trucker.
The trucker looks at Len. "He yours?"
You blink, unsure what the trucker means.
"I brought him here," Len says, "but he ain't mine. I'm pretty much done with him," he chuckles, gesturing to his slowly deflating dick. "Maybe if you ask him nice."
The trucker looks at you, and spits into the bushes. "I don't ask nice," he says. "But I fuck good."
Len moves to the tree as if to gather his clothes and go.
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