Roadside Mayhem part 2: Men Trucking

I guessed that’s what I was to him...an easy fuck. What had Red told him about me? I was a gaping manhole? I took cock like a bitch? But like Mickey, who the hell was I to turn down an easy fuck. This grinning baboon sitting across from me was probably the most sexually exciting man I had ever seen, and I had the chance tonight to experience him. I decided there and then to get this man naked and inside me. We chatted for a few minutes, he finished his dinner and we were lingering over coffee and strawberry pie. He reminded me that strawberries would make his cum taste sweeter. I got his meaning. Then suddenly everything changed, as another truck came rumbling to a stop outside the window. Soon a hulking man swaggered into the diner, and approached the booth.

“ Hey Mick! What the fuck’s up, man? Haven’t seen ya for a while! Introduce me to the little dude here!”

The man sat down next to me, crowding me further against the wall. I felt his hip pressing against me as he lay his beefy leg next to mine. Mickey introduced us. His name was Cliff, a big black man with tight rows woven into his hair. His face was round and large-featured, with glittering diamond studs in both ears. He sported a thick black moustache and a day’s growth of beard. His plaid shirt had the sleeves cut off, revealing broad shoulders and bowling ball arms. His massive chest pulled at the buttons, and I saw kinky black curls scattered across the rich brown skin. What a fucking fantasy man! I began to imagine what he looked like with his clothing off...a dark God of lust, a black stallion rearing back, exposing his mighty horse-dick. My cock was as hard as a rock, I felt faint. I got up to go to the John and when I returned the men were grinning and bantering in low tones, chuckling and slapping each other’s arm. Cliff wolfed down a burger, and we went out to where the trucks were parked. 

I was in deep, and I didn’t see any way out. I really didn’t want out, anyway. I was getting off on the menacing situation I found myself in. Cliff opened the back of his truck, and Mickey jumped in. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me up, as Cliff boosted me by the waist. The low wattage task lights came on, and Cliff pulled the door shut behind us. My fate was sealed as the latch was thrown. The two men were growling to each other, conspiring to share me and working out the details. I was a fucking piece of meat. They were gonna split me.

We all got naked: calloused hands fondling my balls, hot lips caressing my neck, and hard cocks pressed against my ass. Cliff pulled a packing blanket out of a heap in the corner, and laid it across a wooden crate. The altar, I was to be the sacrifice? I lay back on it in total submission as Mickey wrapped my wrists in webbed straps. He shoved his underwear, still warm from his sweaty crotch, into my mouth. I was gagging as Cliff took my legs and folded them, wrapping more straps around my thighs and calves, tucking my feet up to my ass and wish-boning me. Finally, a strap was wound around my neck and tied off to rings in the flatbed of the truck. Another ran across my belly, pulling me firmly down onto the crate.

“Fuckin’ A, Mickey, wheredja find this piece of pussy? He’s so fuckin’ hot, and ready for some action, huh? Damn, I can’t wait to get my dick inside his little bum hole.”

With that, Cliff grabbed me by the knees, forcing my folded legs to separate as he moved his wide torso between them. I felt his hips pushing on my ass; his dark licorice-colored cock pulsating as it searched for its target. Mickey produced a bottle of poppers from somewhere, and held it to my nose. I didn’t refuse, because I knew in a second Cliff’s mammoth black dick would be burying itself in my asshole. I became euphoric, the poppers clouding reality in a haze of chemicals. Cliff inched his rod into my tight hole, first slowly, in an inch, out half, in two, out one, until he got about five inches into my burning rectum. Then he instantly buried all ten inches with a great heaving grunt. My eyes glazed over and rolled back into my head as the intense pain shot though me.

“Shit, Cliff, Didja see his face when your dick tore him open? Man, I thought he was gonna faint! Hey Jimmy, want another hit of poppers? You better take it, I think Cliff has just begun! Ha! You got some pounding ahead of ya!”

Mickey put the bottle in front of my nose and I inhaled deeply. He pulled his damp briefs out of my mouth and bounced his swollen balls on my chin. I stuck my tongue out, hungrily licking the salty sacs. I took the head of his dick into my mouth and he pushed it in till it hit the back of my throat. He had two metal alligator clips on a silver chain that he dangled in front of my terrified face. Smirking with glee, Mickey pulled my nipples up from my chest and clamped the metal clips firmly on my tits. The pain was so intense! I pulled back, spitting his cock out of my mouth and yelped in agony. Mickey reburied his shaft into my throat, which shut me up as the two men continued their assault on my body.

“Fuckin’ piece of shit son-of-a-bitch faggot! I’m gonna friggin’ cum in your little white asshole, boy!”
“Oh, yeah, Cliff, make him cry for more! The fucker is a goddam great cocksucker, too!”
“Ungh, Ungh, fuck, yeah, Mickey, I’m gonna shoot man! How ‘bout you?”
“Yeah, Cliff, I’m goddam close. Suck me man, suck it in!”

Cliff was pulling at my dick with his thick fingers as he plunged his unyielding pole into my ass. I was getting close, too. Mickey was holding me by the throat, the strap getting tighter as he jerked my head back with every thrust into my mouth. I felt Cliff’s penis expand and swell in my gut, his thick creamy wad loading into my ass. Mickey's Irish cream shot against the roof of my mouth. It was sweet, and I swallowed hard to keep it all inside me. The two men leaned in over my quivering body and kissed each other passionately. Looking up at them, I squeezed off my shot of cum. It flew straight up into the air and hit them both on the throat. They held each other and laughed with nasty joy, their engorged dicks still wedged into my mouth and butt.

They left me tied up for a while as they went back inside for a drink at the diner. The cool air in the truck was chilling on the combined cum and sweat that covered my body. When they returned, I was released from my bonds. I drove back to New York with a burning ass reminding me of the rigid black cock that had just been inserted my gut, and my aching jaw still feeling the ghost of Mickey's fat Irish dick. My wrists and neck were red and chafed from my straps. 

Mmm, I had to remember to get on the computer and send Red a Thank You note.