Roadside Mayhem Part 1

The second man, Slim, seemed to be the head-honcho. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the car. He told the other three to strip me down. We stood in the darkness between two pools of light as they started ripping my shirt off my back. The thin tee was no match for the three men and soon tore away in shreds, leaving just the collar and a shred of tattered fabric hanging on my shoulder. The leader stood before us, opened his fly and started to beat himself off while the others continued to strip me. They roughly pulled my pants down and off me, leaving me standing there in the middle of the lot in my boxers. I saw the ‘Rican pull my belt from the loops and throw the pants into a garbage can. The animals crowded around me, forcing their hands into my crotch, cupping my nuts and sliding their fingers under my boxers and into the moist slot between my ass cheeks. They continued to molest me physically and verbally as Slim led the pack towards an opening in the underbrush at the edge of the lot. I saw a rocky foot path leading up a bank and into the trees. We reached a small area surrounded by thick brush. A huge dead tree stump, cut off flat and about four feet in diameter stood in the center of the leafy clearing. It looked like a table, a sacrificial alter. 

The ‘Rican yanked my arms toward the back and bound me tightly at the elbows with my own belt. My shoulders felt like they were being pulled out at the socket. They tugged my boxers off and tore them at the seam, using the tattered elastic waistband as a binding for my ankles. I was trussed like a fucking turkey. Someone pushed me hard in the chest, and I collapsed to the ground onto my back. Shorty picked me out of the leaf litter and pulled me up to my knees. The black man came up behind me, his pants open and his immense licorice-colored cock swaying in front of him. His greasy bush of pubic hair spilling out of his crotch. Shorty grabbed me by the ears and tilted my head back as far as it would go, spreading my lips with his fingers and guiding the black dude’s ebony cock into my mouth. I saw the black serpent siding towards my open lips. I was powerless to stop my invasion. I guess I could have bitten the fucker’s dick off, but I would definitely have paid with my life. I couldn’t see what was happening, his cock thrusting in my face, my nose buried completely in the black man’s sweaty crotch, his heavy balls slapping me with every plunge. Shorty was facing the black man as he face-fucked me, holding me forcefully by the shoulders and jerking himself off. I kneeled helpless between them. The other two sat on the stump, smoking and waiting their turn at bat. I heard them joking with my tormentors, urging them to speed it up, they wanted to get rough with the little faggot next. The handsome short man was slapping his meat against my neck, and I felt his pre-cum smearing across my throat. The big blue-black man’s cock expanded in my mouth, and I knew he was about to cum. You can’t prepare yourself for something as vile as that! The big bloated penis surged with his semen as the huge swollen balls released their hot cream. He filled my mouth with several rounds of his fiery hot gel, the taste bitter and repulsive. I normally love the taste of cum but this foul, clotted paste was like none I ever had. He pulled out of me and I threw up, his cum expelled from my gut falling to the ground at his feet. Shorty thought this was hilarious and it got him off, depositing his load on my agonized face. It covered me, pooling in my eyes and blinding me.

The Latin and Slim had gotten out of their pants, and stood in the bright moonlight naked. I couldn’t run, my arms and feet bound tightly as I kneeled in the damp leaf litter. The black guy had pulled his monster back into his pants, and he grabbed a hank of my blonde hair and jerked me to my feet. They propped me at the edge of the stump, my chest and torso lying face down, my ass sticking out and my knees in the dirt. I was moaning pretty loudly at this point, something had to be done to stop me. The short guy slapped me across the back of the head to stun me, as the ‘Rican shoved his balled-up underwear into my aching jaw. My muffled cries couldn't be heard for more than a few yards into the still forest. The leader squatted heavily on my shoulders, crushing my bound arms under his weight. He sat astride me facing the Latin who was holding me by the hips and pressing his fuzzy groin into my ass. He leaned forward, laying his bulky torso on mine, and took the slim man’s cock in his mouth. His rigid, insistent dick pressed against my bud. He was not about to lube himself, so except for the sweat of his body running into my ass crack, this would be a dry fuck. The two men were in sync with each other. From his perch on my back, Slim would thrust his dick into the Latin’s face. The ’Rican would push his body forward to take the cock, forcing his own meat deep into my bowels. The pain of the strap wrapped around my elbows and the weight of Slim’s body crushing the air out of my chest made me light headed.

Red was in his truck, nursing a second bottle of Jack and wondering how he had gotten so lucky tonight. You just don’t see beautiful guys like that at a roadside restroom. He of course would have rescued him anyway, but what a nice way for the guy to thank ‘ole Red, with a vigorous tongue bath and a blow-job! He wished he had thought to turn on the camcorder, so he could replay the scene over and over. The guy’s incredible mouth was without a doubt the best Red had ever plugged in his fifty years of life. He cursed himself that he had let him go before nailing his pretty white ass. Glancing out the window, he was startled to see the SUV still parked in the yellow zone. The guy had left the truck a good hour ago! Red pulled on his pants and boots, found his pistol in the strongbox and jumped out of the cab. He immediately saw the four bikes lined up at the edge of the lot. He knew the brambles behind the blacktop field was an infamous meeting place for anonymous gay sex. He had an idea where the bikers were, and what they were up to. He charged up the bank and into the woods.

Back in the clearing, the ‘Rican was still stuffing my ass with hard Spanish sausage. I felt the thick slippery shaft sliding through my overworked sphincter, and his sweaty hot crotch slapping my ass with every plunge into my rectum. Slim was practically bouncing on my shoulders, suffocating me, as his cock repeatedly hit the back of the Latin’s throat. Shorty and the black guy were drinking beer on the other side of the stump, watching the action and jerking themselves. 

Red entered the clearing with his gun cocked and loaded. The black guy saw him first, and took off into the woods. The bulked-out short guy stood there with his cock in his hand, motionless. Slim saw the burly shirtless trucker aiming a gun at his crotch, and jumped up from my back. The Latin was the last to figure it out. As Slim’s long shiny dick was yanked from his mouth, he looked up and saw Red. He had just started to ejaculate, so he continued to pump his juice as his powerful rod slid out of my ass. He stood there in surrender, his hands raised in the air, with hot gobs of cum still discharging from his stiff boner.