"You're next," to the guy in the red jersey.

From Create Your Own Story

The trucker unsnaps his belt and unzips, walking toward you with a hungry look on his face. He grabs your ass and tugs you into his chest, then slides a thick finger into your cummy hole, feeling around ungently. You moan into the red jersey, and his laughter rumbles in his chest.

He half tugs and half pushes you to the edge of the small clearing, where you see the ruins of a bench long left to rot. He lets go of your ass, his fingers coming free a little painfully. He sits down on the bench, and yanks his cock out of his jeans, a thick cut veined dick that stands up at attention. Then he nods at you.

"Sit on it."

You lower your ass to sit on his cock, leaning backwards until you feel his cockhead against your sore cummy hole. He grabs your sides, and tugs you down onto his cock, and then starts pushing his dick up into your ass. With an iron grip on your sides, he pushes you back and forth while his dick is hard inside you, making his cock hit and push at different angles up your ass, and making you gasp and grunt at the sensations of it battering inside you.

Len approaches while you ride the trucker's lap, and takes your dick in his calloused hand. You nearly come on the spot, so ready are you to blow your wad, but he squeezes only a little, and strokes you just enough that you're whimpering while the trucker bounces you on his dick.

When the trucker comes, you feel his hot load burn deep in your battered hole, and it pushes you over the edge. Len grips your cock and tugs, and you spray your load onto the grass in front of the neglected bench.

The trucker slaps your ass, and you slowly climb off him, feeling cum pool in his lap. He wipes himself with the red jersey, then tucks himself back in and stands.

"Thanks," he says to Len, and then leaves.

Len grins at you, and you go to the tree to collect your clothes. You've never felt so thoroughly fucked in your life, and you can feel the cum of the men who've fucked you in your hole even now. The two of you dress, and Len leads you back to his pickup, and you give him directions to your home. As you're pulling out of the parking lot, you notice that two rigs are parked, and another is arriving even as you go. Every bump in the road makes you wince, and when you get out of the truck Len leans over and says, "See you next blackout, eh?"

You nod, a blush rising up your face.

Len pulls away, laughing, and you go to bed.

What a birthday.


(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)

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