Roadside Mayhem Part 1

Red rounded the pigs together on one side of the clearing. They were smirking and asking Red if he wanted to join them in a faggot gang-bang. 

Hey dude, don’t spoil the fun! You got yours in the truck, didn’t ya? Let’s not be greedy, share the little bitch! He’s good for a few more hours before he breaks. You can have him back when we finish, all loosened up and ready fer ya!”

Red ignored their taunts, pulling me gently to my feet as he kept the gun drawn on the bikers. I was dizzy and disoriented, and standing was difficult. My ass was burning and my jaw hurt. He undid the belt on my arms and sat me on the edge of the big round stump. I loosened the elastic tied on my ankles and was free. I was naked, semen dripping down my leg from my loose asshole, the sour taste of the black guy’s cum still making me sick. Red ordered me to start running, and don’t stop until I was locked safely in the cab of his truck. I started slowly towards the path, gaining speed until I was running as fast as my weakened body could manage. I tripped and fell several times along the way as my legs gave out, but soon got back to the haven of the semi. I crawled in and locked the doors. I sat at the big windshield, waiting for my knight in shining armor to return.

I heard the sound of the Harleys roaring to life, and in a flash, the four bikes were growling through the parking lot. The Short guy looked right up into the truck as he passed, and flipped me the bird. Fuck you! I turned to look toward the woods, and saw Red striding back across the lot. He glowed like an angel as he passed under the streetlights. His great body shimmered in it’s coat of matted, sweaty red hair. the gun was shoved in his waistband. I saw the black handle and the gleam of silver on the barrel. I hadn’t heard any shots, so he must have persuaded the goons to leave with only threats and muscle. I unlocked the door and he climbed in. We both hesitated for a second. I didn’t know what to do, how to thank him. I started to shake, and tears welled up in my eyes. Red took me, a soiled dirty broken man, into his arms and hugged me till I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke to find myself still in Red’s arms. The sun was just rising over the woods. Had he held me all night? Our sweat had dried, but we were still covered in leaf litter and grit from the clearing last night. The cum in my asshole had leaked out and had crusted on my inner thigh. The bangs on my forehead were stiff from the load that the short guy had shot on my face. I looked up at Red, and noticed some gray in his beard. He looked older in the daylight, clearly in his fifties. But he was so incredibly virile, his body so masculine and his cock so big that his age was really no issue. Red’s legs were spread, and I was laying comfortably between them, my face resting on his broad chest. His rusty hairs, also peppered with a little gray, were tickling my nose. He had one arm around me, and one under his head. I turned my head up to inhale his exposed armpit. It was damp, pungent and rich but not at all unpleasant. His cock was under me, and I felt his morning woody pressing adamantly on my belly. I was still sore, and would probably take days to fully recover from my ordeal, but none of that mattered. Red was turned on, and I couldn’t miss the opportunity to have him again, maybe for the last time. My mouth searched for his tits, large swollen red knobs that stood up high on his fuzzy chest. I took one into my mouth and swirled my tongue on it. He moaned and held me closer. He felt around at the side of the mattress and found a tube of lubricant. His hand reached down to my cock, rubbing the cream on my shaft. He tugged it slowly and sensually, up and down, the lube making it slip easily in his palm. It took no more than a minute or two, and I felt that familiar rush in my balls, a tingle at the head, letting me know I was about to cum. I shot into his hand, and he cupped it to catch the entire load. He brought it up to his mouth and took it in. We kissed, and I tasted my cum mixed with his spit as we sucked each other’s tongues.

Red took the tube and squirted a big dab of it on his fingers. He reached around me and started to massage it into my aching asshole. I flinched, the ‘Rican had ripped me pretty bad. He pulled away, but I grabbed his wrist and led him back. He began to rub it in again, his abrasive fingers easily slipping into my sloppy stretched-out hole. He rolled us over together, so I was under him, face-to-face. His gorilla dick slipped between my legs, the lubricant mixing with the Latin man’s dried cum. I raised my legs in submission, and he guided himself smoothly into my ass. He was enormous, bigger than all but the black guy last night. But somehow it didn’t hurt, I felt nothing but rapture. He opened me wide, sliding the full length of his manhood into me. I was stuffed, I was full, I was complete at last. 

Red fucked me slowly for a half hour at least. Every time he felt like cumming, he stopped and we kissed for a while. he would slowly start his pumping again, getting more vigorous, going as deep as he could, staying deep for a long time before drawing back again. How could this fuck be so different, so much better than ever before? Was I in love? I remembered reading that people often fell in love with rescuers, doctors, and others who had great power over them. I owed this man my life twice over. I could easily be dead now, instead of getting a royal thumping from this intoxicating masculine man. He continued his leisurely plunge into me with his astonishing penis.

“Damn, man, you just keep taking it! You are some hot trick. I wanna deliver my load up yer ass. I wanna have my cum land deep inside your belly. That’s as close to you as I can get, baby.”

He pulled on my ankles, sending my heels over my head and driving his cock further into my rectum. I cried out his name, and he started to ejaculate. I felt his force well up inside me as his rich gluey semen filled me up. Red was fully connected to me, both physically and emotionally. I knew I loved him. He stayed in me as he softened, and we fell asleep with his cock still wedged in my ass. Red whispered in my ear as I drifted off to sleep.

“Better get used to the truckin’ life, baby. You belong to me. You ain’t slippin’ through my fingers again!