Hide between the parked rigs.
From Create Your Own Story
You dash out onto the paved area, and crouch between the two trucks. Your dick is still rock hard, and you shake your head, trying to clear it. You lean against one of the large wheels, shivering in the cool air, feeling trucker spunk drop from your ass.
"Marco!" a rough voice calls, close to the truck. You shiver, and bite your lip.
"Polo!" another voice says, right behind you. You try to whirl around and bolt, but Pete slams into you from behind and you fall to the ground underneath him. You let out a yelp, but his hand snakes around and covers your mouth, his other arm wrapping around yours and pinning them to your chest.
Pete's beard scratches your cheek. "You want it angry then, eh, faggot?" he says. You can feel his dick hard in his jeans against your left ass cheek.
You try to squirm away, but the big man holds you down easily. A moment later, Mack arrives, holding your pants in one hand.
"Let's get him in your bunk," Pete says, and he slowly rises, Mack helping hold you still, and Pete's hand never leaving your mouth. Your traitorous cock is rock hard in front of you, and Mack gives it a squeeze. You moan piteously into Pete's hand as he passes some keys to Mack, who unlocks the truck you're standing beside - you ran right to their trucks!
Mack opens one of the doors, then climbs up into the rig.
"You scream," Pete says into your ear, "and we'll fuck you up, good. Got it?"
You nod, terrified and beyond aroused. His rough hands feel so good! You have no idea what's wrong with you, but you're so turned on.
Pete shoves you upward, his hand coming free from your mouth, and Mack half-lifts and half-drags you into the truck, and then between the two huge seats and into a flat berth behind them. You roll onto your hands and knees, shaking, looking at him.
Pete climbs into the truck, and closes the door after him. The two men crouch, facing back at you, and panting a little.
"It's better in private anyway," Pete says, and tugs the sleeveless black shirt over his head. He's hairy, with a belly and a thick chest. "Me first," he says.
Mack nods. "Sure. Look at that tweaking little faggot - he wants it." He winks at you. "Save some for me."
Tweaking? It finally hits your befuddled brain - the four guys must have drugged you at the bar! They put something in your drink! You squirm, aware your dick is rock hard.
Pete laughs, undoes his jeans, and crawls into the back of the truck, shucking his pants as he goes. His thick cut cock is fat in front of him, and he pushes you onto your side, then yanks on your legs to slide you fully onto your back. Your cock slaps against your stomach, and he gives it another squeeze.
"Your dick says you want it," he says, and then grabs a rag from behind the driver's seat and shoves it into your mouth before you can say anything to the contrary. Not that you would - you can't help it, you desperately want to come!
He lifts your legs and rams his cock home, fucking you rough and mean, with only the remnants of the other loads of cum you've taken tonight for lube. He pins your hands over your head and fucks you with his face close enough to yours you can smell his cigar-scented breath, and his belly heavy against your stomach, pinning your cock to your stomach and rubbing it with his rough hairy skin. His sweat drips onto your chest, and you writhe under him, stunned at how hard your cock remains and how much you want to come while this man violates your ass.
"Haven't seen you here before," he grunts, ramming his cock into you over and over. "You like it like this, though, don't you, faggot?" With the last question, he rams his cock deep, and you feel his load blast into your gut, hot against your battered chute. He rolls off you, keeping your hands held firmly in his own, his cock sliding out of your hole with a wash of cum following after.
Mack slides into the back, already naked, as Pete moves to crouch beside your head, holding your hands tight. Mack's even hairier than Pete, but stockier, with less of a gut. His cock is uncut, and you can smell his musk heavily as he moves behind you and rolls you onto your stomach. He lies down on top of you, and takes your hands from Pete, and then shoves his dick into your cummy hole. He doesn't speak, but Pete takes up that slack immediately.
"Yeah, fuck him. He likes it," Pete growls, as Mack fucks you with rough jerking thrusts. Your dick grinds against the sheets on the bunk, and you bite down hard on the rag in your mouth, humping against the trucker as he rams his dick into your abused ass.
Mack's pace increases quickly, but it's no mercy when he finally comes, his spunk spraying inside you and out across your back as he pulls out and lets go of your hands. He slaps your ass, then rolls you over. Your dick is still aching to release.
You reach for your cock, and Mack slaps you across the face, hard. "We didn't say you could jerk your whore dick, faggot!" he says.
You release your cock, moaning and arching your back.
"Obedient, ain't he?" Pete says. You feel his rough stroke across your chest, squeezing a nipple so tightly you yelp.
"We should introduce him to some friends," Mack agrees.
You lie there, terrified to move, not sure what will happen, but knowing that these two men are in total control of what happens to you next. They start to laugh.
Definitely a birthday you'll remember for the rest of your life.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
