Make a break for the bathroom.
From Create Your Own Story
You half stagger back into the bathroom, and blink. The blond young twink is now on his back on the floor. The red haired bear - whose shirt has now been tossed in a corner - is crouched over the blond's face, rubbing his ass against the young man's mouth while holding the twink's ankles high. The greasy guy with the goatee is now naked, and fucking the twink with quick thrusts. The twink is moaning into the bear's ass, and the bear is growling at the goateed guy to "fuck that boy." The guy in the wifebeater and the guy with the camo tank top are holding cameras on either side of the three-way happening on the dirty bathroom floor - and they've both shed their pants. Both are hard.
"You lose your pants out there?" The voice startles you, and you see that the guy with the tattooed arms is grinning at you. He's shed his shirt and pants as well - his tattoos go all the way up both arms and cross over his sinewy chest. He strokes his dick leisurely, tossing a cigarette into one of the urinals.
Your head spins, your nose full of the scent of cum and sweat and piss. "There were these guys out there," you say, trying to collect your thoughts.
The tattooed guy presses against you, and his hand rubs your sore ass - his fingers come away sticky.
"And you let them fuck you, did ya?" He leans in, and licks your ear. The sensation is incredible, and goes right to your balls.
"Yes," you say, then think of Pete and Mack. "But, no..." You shake your head. "I'm so fucking horny!" You're nearly whining. You reach for your dick, but the tattooed guy takes your wrists in one hand. You nearly cry with frustration.
"You need to get fucked some more, I think," the tattooed stud says, and his middle finger slides into your cum-slick ass. You moan.
"That's what we were trying to tell him," comes a rough voice. You turn your head, and the two truckers are standing there at the doorway to the bathroom, leers on their faces. Pete tosses your jeans into the room near the urinals, and looks past the two of you to where the two men are fucking the blond, and the cameras are rolling. "Looks like this is where the party is," he adds.
Mack hooks his thumbs near his shiny skull belt buckle. "I guess you wanted it in here, eh, faggot?" He grins at you. "Not nice to tease guys and run off like that."
The tattooed stud rubs his finger in and out of your ass. You struggle to move your hands to your cock, but his grip on your wrists is tight. "These guys seem nice enough to me," the tattooed man's voice is low. His fingertip wriggles in your ass, and you moan needfully. "Give 'em a chance, eh?"
"Yes!" the word explodes out of you.
In no time, you're lying prone beside the blond twink, in much the same position, only Mack is fucking your face with his dick instead of rubbing his ass against your mouth, and it's Pete fucking you with ruthless thrusts. They don't undress, and their zippers scrape at your ass and lips. You're barely aware as their loads spill up your hole and down your throat, and then the tattooed guy has rolled you over, and you're on your hands and knees while he fucks you from behind, and Pete pushes his cummy dick into your mouth for you to clean up. A bottle of water is passed between you and the blond twink, and you both eagerly suck it back, and soon thereafter, while one or more of the gathered men continue to fuck you, you fell yourself drop into a haze of lustful begging. You jerk and jerk your dick, but you never quite seem to get relief, and eventually, you pass out.
You come to sometime later, to the sounds of birds. You blink, and shift. You're naked and barely under a dirty sheet - your ass feels like it's been turned inside out, and there's dried cum all over your thighs and chest and chin. It's dim and smells like sweat where you are, and when you shift, you realize there's a large hairy man beside you, snoring. Your head pounds - you're definitely hung-over. You shift again, wincing at the battered feel of your ass, and the large man beside you rolls over to face you, waking.
"Morning, faggot," he grins. You vaguely recall the trucker with the silver skull belt buckle. Naked, he's stocky, and hairy, and under the dirty sheet you can see a tenting that's obviously a morning hard-on.
"Uh," you manage, unsure what to say.
The trucker stretches, and the scent of his pits is strong in the tight area - you realize you're in the berth of a truck. "We drew straws, and I got you," he scratches his stomach, and then pulls the sheet down further to reveal his thick, uncut cock. The cockhead is peeking out from the foreskin a little. He looks at you. "Mouth or ass, where you want it? 'Cause by my best guess I drove about three hours last night in the wrong direction from where you live, and we've got another day before I make my delivery and can take you home."
The night before is coming back to you, and you feel your skin burn red with shame - and lust. You lean over, and open your mouth for his cock.
Definitely a birthday you'll never forget.
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