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I had partied at Lake Tahoe in an amazing orgy of drugs, sex, and rock and roll … I had actually been fucked thoroughly in the ass several times; once by my friend’s huge horse dick; and I thoroughly fucked some really hot babes – in public even; all in the same carnal night. I felt terrific …

After that absolutely screwed up; drugged up night, I hitchhiked straight back home from California.

As an skilled hitchhiker now, I right away comprehended that the pornography publications on the front seat were an invitation to make love with me –

The occurrence with a whacked-out weirdo on my way to Tahoe had also made me a little wary about odd sex with people choosing me up and, the reality was that my asshole was still sore and throbbing from getting fucked and I was afraid that another dick pounding my stretched out asshole may really do me harm …

I was really worried truly fretted my asshole. I could picture me letting some wacko tie me up, fuck me and possibly cause me permanent damage (or death, I suppose.

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However, even though I shuddered at the memories of my fuckings, my hard dick still ached and throbbed as I hitchhiked house.

I was a servant to my cock.

When a truck motorist selected me up and had the unavoidable hardcore porn on the seat, I chose it up and read it – my dick pulsing in my cut off jeans.

I wasn’t wearing any underwear, as usual.

The truck driver didn’t lose at any time or niceties as he observed my dick tenting my shorts and my trembling hands turning the pages of the homo male porn mags … He saw me glancing at him out of the corner of my eye as I thumbed through raunchy cum-filled pictures of men fucking and sucking …

” Take off your clothing,” he said as he drove down the highway.

I just complied, stripping even as I inwardly cursed myself for being such a submissive dick and worried about what I was doing to myself.

” Lay back and play with your asshole,” the trucker stated when I naked.

I leaned back against the door once more, spread my legs and opened the cheeks of my ass facing the driver.

Trembling and afraid, I stuck my finger gently up my wide open anus liquid and still hot from previous fuckings and I started to fuck myself, my hand rubbing on my ass cheeks and thighs.

My asshole burned, however it felt loose and stretched. It was so hot to my touch and I added another finger and fucked my own aching asshole, moaning, debasing myself in front of this stranger.

” Ohhhhh, yeah, fuck,” I moaned to myself, jerking my stiff cock as I fucked myself in the hot, used ass for this man’s enjoyment.

God. It felt so excellent. I wished to be a cunt whore with males pushing their cocks up my ass over and over again, filling me with orgasm until it poured down my legs from my completely creamed asshole.

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I wanted to get fucked again …

The trucker pulled into a rest stop and told me, “Get your shorts and t-shirt on and follow me.”

There were other truckers hanging out there, obviously consuming or just talking and he stopped for a moment in the middle of the picnic location.

He deliberately shoved his hand down the back of my shorts, squeezing my ass cheeks and then pulled my shorts halfway down my ass, exposing my ass crack and making my hard-on thrust outwards, hardly covered in the front.

I trembled and looked down at the ground at this public humiliation. God, I might not think what a stupid horny fucker I was.

The trucker led me into the woods to a area where there were large rocks on and in the ground that could be used to sit or climb … The litter on the ground was some used underclothing and condoms.

The trucker managed my t-shirt and pushed my shorts down.

” Get out of those,” he said as he unbuttoned his trousers, opened his zipper and pulled out his fat cock.

I got out of my shorts and he instantly got me, shoved me to my knees and shoved his fat cock into my mouth. I gagged as he rammed his cock full force into my throat and right away began fucking my face. He pounded in and out of my mouth, bruising my lips and throat for a couple of minutes as I had a hard time to accommodate him until he suddenly pulled out and stated, “Get up and turn around.”

Oh fuck no, I believed. I was gasping and panting for air as I had no choice however to do what he wanted. As I obeyed him, turned around and bent my naked body over a little, I saw that there were numerous guys now collected around, watching.

“AAAAAAHHHHH!” I screamed as, without any preparation, the trucker opened up the worlds of my ass and rammed his fat dick into my bottom …

I bent over to the ground, groaning with pain as he slammed his thick rod in and out of my ass, fucking me savagely, quick and hard . I was again lost in a overall haze of burning erotic discomfort as my young, 18 year old naked ass was fucked for the entertainment of a lot of complete strangers.