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Trailer park boys. Part 12

It has been three wonderful weeks. We cuddled on the couch, Showered together, and slept together. He cooked fairly elaborate meals on Mondays and Wednesday which were followed by gentle love making. It's just been wonderful, but I'm wonderfully bored out my fucking mind. I love Wes, don't get me wrong, but there is something missing and I'm pretty sure I know what it is. As time went by I thought of the fellas more often. I had convinced myself, a couple week ago, I no longer wanted their phone numbers and deleted them and at the time I felt good about doing so. I tried to hook up with Coop but hear he's in jail, who would have thought? I even went kayaking the last two Saturdays in hopes of running into a couple of BBC's, but it must be too late in the season or something. Sure, Boone is just across the road, but blowing the neighbor while my man was out saving lives seems too disrespectful. Plus I'm afraid Wes would find out since Boone lives to run his mouth. I did tell Wes that I and Boone shared a moment, one time, and it would not be happening again. In fact, I told Wes about all the fellas, but left out many details, Of course. I've encouraged Wes to be more demanding and forceful in the bedroom, and he has tried, but it's just not authentic. He is a sweet thoughtful man, and I love him for the person he is, but I need authentic degrading. Wes leaves for days at a time as Firemen work bizarre long hours and he's typically gone all weekend. Then it hit me. Sam! Sam could, undoubtedly, quench my thirst and never speak of it, and I knew where to potentially find him.

I starting taking my morning coffee down to the park, and after a week there had been no sign of him. So I switched it up to afternoons, and walked down a couple of hours before dark. Bingo! Sam and his buddy couldn't pass an opportunity to harass a homosexual and came my way.

"What's up faggot?...Where's your girlfriend?" Sam asked me.

"I'm all by myself today...No Joe...No Wes...All alone" I replied.

They appeared a bit shocked that I replied to them. Sam sat on my left, and who I later found out was Tommy, on my right. I'm sure they thought they'd intimidate me and I'd run screaming for help, but I'm not the same person I was even just a month ago.

"Beautiful day isn't it Sam?" I asked Sam.

"How the fuck you know my name?" He asked sternly.

"I asked around" I replied and turned to Tommy.

"Who the fuck you looking at?" He asked.

"That is an excellent question" I replied still looking directly at him.

Sam cut Tommy off "Smart mouthed faggot I see...You know what we do to smart mouthed queers around here?" He asked me.

"Actually I don't...But let me guess...Nothing" I replied.

Tommy jumped in and said "You looking for a beating or something fag?"

"I think I'll have a bit of the or something" I replied and braced myself for the punch I figured was coming.

Sam is tall, slim, and has a long unruly dark beard. His jeans, t-shirt, and ball cap are filthy, and over all, his appearance is pretty greasy. My gut tells me he's hanging, but now that I really look there is no way he could have been unknown 8.5. Tommy, on the other hand, Is shorter than myself, but built like Russian gymnast. Neatly trimmed goatee, but no less dirty. Short guys are hard to figure size wise, I mean, they are short, but sometimes they pack and there's nothing hotter than a hung short guy. Neither one of them were particularly handsome, but that's not so important. What was significant is I think I finally found some suitable hillbillies.

"Trying to find a dick to suck fag?" Sam asked me.

"Well...Like you said Sam...I am a faggot?" I replied and look directly in the eyes.

I had already had this conversation in my head and knew Sam would, at some point, make reference to a fag looking for cock. Of course, this all could go horribly wrong, but after thinking it through, I determined If I only received a back hand that would scratch the itch as well.

"I should kick your ass fag" Sam said.

He wasn't wrong. I knew it was a bit forward, but I was getting desperate. The more annoyed Sam got the more I wanted him. They rapidly left my presence.

"I'll be here...All alone" I yelled.

"Fuck off faggot" Sam and Tommy hollered in stereo.

I went home feeling I had made progress, but would need to step up my approach. The following morning, Sunday, I dressed a bit more provocatively. The previous days sweat pants gave way to snug shorts, and were accompanied by the jock, that I seldom removed these days. A cropped sleeveless t-shirt and ball cap. Looking at myself in the mirror I looked pretty friggin gay. I headed down to the bridge. It was a beautiful morning and the park was surprising vacant. Then I remembered it's Sunday and the entire town was in prayer for the next half hour. I was about to throw in the hat then I heard familiar voices approaching from the forest side of the trestle. It was go time!

"Look who's back Tommy" Sam spoke to Tommy.

I had generated a visual image of a couple dirty dudes accosting me this morning, but I was wrong. They adorned their Sunday best attire. Clean slacks, white button down shirts, and windsor knotted neck ties. I was caught off guard by how well Sam cleaned up and Tommy's bulky torso looked very nice in an ironed shirt.

Tommy replied "Well well...if it isn't the trailer park faggot"

"Looks like he borrowed his little sisters clothes...Haha" Sam said, and , of course laughed.

"I'd be happy to take them off" I replied.

With them at my back side I slowly pulled down my shorts exposing half my butt.

"Fucking fag is wearing a jock strap Sam" Tommy said to Sam.

"Yeah...and he's carrying a pocket book too...fucking bitch" Sam replied.

"It's actually a satchel" I piped in.

"Whatever fag...Let's go get out of this shit Tommy" Sam said as he passed by me.

He even smelled cleaner and the once raggedy beard was tamed. Some how clean clothes made Sam appear thinner than I had remembered. He isn't the best looking dude, but the "hillbilliness" compensated. As Tommy passed by I saw his shoes.

"Nice oxfords Tommy...I really like that shade of brown" I said him.

He spoke very quietly but did reply "Thank you"

They went on their way and Sam hollered.

"We'll be back in an hour don't fucking be here faggot" He said.

"Good to see you fellas again...Take care" I said hoping to irritate Sam further.

Oh...But I would be here. I was in the for the duration. I brought a book and tanning lotion. I took off my shirt, oiled myself up, and hung my feet in the cool water. Precisely an hour later they did return with fishing rods and cooler in tow. Sam and Tommy were both shirtless and rocked small fishing vests. Sam was looking more comfortable back in some dirty jeans, but Tommy wore shorts. His legs were incredible and the more I saw of him the more he looked like an athlete. But damn was he short.

"You just won't fuck off will you?" Sam said as he again passed by me.

"I thought we had plans Sam" I replied snarkly.

"You thought wrong faggot" He replied and trekked onward.

Tommy was next to move past me, and again, spoke softly "Wish you'd stop pissing him off"

I ignored Tommy's comment and considered offering him some head, but refrained and replied "You've got great legs Tommy".

"Fuck you fag" Tommy responded very loudly.

"I'll see you fellas in a little bit" I yelled.

"Not a fucking great idea faggot" Sam hollered in reply.

I wasn't certain if it was a very good idea either, but Sam's irritated tone swayed me. I waited for a while for them to get some fishing in before I scared off all the critters. I had anticipated they'd be fishing at Wes's secret fishing hole, since there is no such thing as a secret fishing hole, but they had gone upstream farther. I followed the lightly tread path towards their voices and after ten minutes I located them. They stood at the waters edge drinking beer, and casting repeatedly.

"Howdy boys" I said and stood between them.

"Boys???...I'm a man fag" Sam replied.

"It's just an expression...And yes you are" I replied and sat to take my shoes off.

"The fuck you doing" Tommy asked knowing perfectly well what I was doing.

"I can't really swim with my shoes on now can I?" I replied.

I walked into the small pool that had formed at one of creeks many sharp turns. They looked at me like I had broken some kind of law.

"Stupid fucking faggot...You scared them all away...I just about had one too" Sam barked.

My "situation" grew more and more critical. If I couldn't get these two backwoods mutha fuckers to abuse me I didn't know what I was going to do. They had some very appealing atitudes and physically I was attracted. It was time kick it up a notch.

"No sense getting my shorts wet I suppose" I said.

I got back on dry land and rolled the shorts down my legs and with a foot tossed them near my shoes. The sun warmed the skin off my bare butt as I walked back into the stream. Neither one said a word. I stopped just as the water kissed my cheeks and turned quickly to Sam. His eyes were squarely on my ass. I glanced to Tommy and so were his. I allowed them a decent amount of time to ogle my sweet little rump and then dove in. Sam and Tommy gathered their gear and were clearly readying to leave. Neither one looked or spoke to me.

"Aren't you fellas hot?" I yelled and quickly corrected myself "Of course you're hot...But wouldn't a swim feel great on such a warm day?" I asked.

Still, neither spoke as they organized the tackle box. I had to make the most of this opportunity since it will not arrive again. I pulled off my undergear and threw them to the shore. It wasn't intended but they landed in the tackle box. I was buck assed nude now. They fucking left.

"What's a faggot gotta do?" I yelled.

I heard Sam's voice in the distance reply "Walk home naked".

He wasn't kidding. They had taken my clothes. If it were dark getting my naked ass home undetected wouldn't be impossible, but in broad daylight there was zero chance. I enjoyed being naked in the woods, but walking down the road is entirely different. I could hear their voices and they got louder and louder. They waited on the bridge.

"You've had your fun guys...Can I please have my clothing there might be children around" I asked.

I stood at the base of the 3 steps that lead onto the bridge with hands covering myself.

"Sure fag...Come get them" Sam replied and they both laughed.

Just as I reached the top step, what I believed to be my clothes, floated down stream. The water wasn't deep but moved at a decent speed, and It was pointless even attempting to catch them.

"Mutha fucker" I said coarsely.

Tommy, on a single finger, spun my little purple jock around. The look on his face suggested he really enjoyed my current problem.

"Sure...Where she at?...I'll fuck your Mom" Sam said and they both broke out.

"Tommy...Could I please get those...All kidding aside...Please" I begged him.

He replied "We didn't catch any fish because of you...So you know what you gotta do?"

"What?" I inquired.

"Fill this bag with mud bugs bitch...You know where to find them" Tommy replied and displayed a mesh bag.

"Fine" I said and walked further onto the wooden overpass then added "Give me my underwear and I will".

Sam instantly interjected "We make the fucking rules fag...After".

It would be futile to try negotiating with the guys, so I sat on the bridge and lower my feet into the creek. Tommy's bare foot struck my ass and propelled me down stream. He might have been just being a douche, but I to think he wanted to touch my ass. I know I came down here hoping to get some, but they were beginning to make me uncomfortable. If it wasn't just after church there would have been many people here on this beautiful afternoon, and I suppose I should be thankful for that. I casually turned over rocks with my feet.

"I don't see any" I stated.

Sam suggested "Of course you can't...get closer!"

A bit earlier I felt I had a firm grip on the situation, and now I'm standing in a stream naked with my hands hiding my penis. Where did I go wrong I wondered. I needed to take back charge! And removed my hands and let my half hard cock swing.

"Little fag's got a hard-on" Sam barked and they both laughed.

"For fucks sake fag...This is a kids park" Tommy stated and threw the jock in the water.

It nearly got past me, but I was able to snag it. I pulled it on and packed myself away and went on with my mission.

"Seriously...I do not see any" I stated.

"Get down on your fag knees and block the sun with your body...They are always there somewhere" Sam directed.

I looked at Sam, Tommy, and the sun which was shining on their backs then dropped onto my knees with my back towards them.

"You look pretty fucking comfy faggot" Tommy said and they, again, laughed me.

I casually turned over stones, and I actually had a crawfish in my grasp.

"I got one!" I hollered excitedly and sprung up.

"Told ya...Just gotta get a fag on his knees before he can do anything right" Sam said.

I had admit that was somewhat clever, but made no indication to such.

"One down...Thirty nine more ought do it" Tommy added.

I searched for another twenty minutes and found 13 more. Tommy and Sam razzed me the entire time. I tried to renegotiate.

"How about half a bag and something else?" I asked then adjusted the lower jock straps.

Sam quickly picked up on my offer "You'd like that" He said.

Tommy, however, did not pickup what I was putting down and asked Sam "He'd like what Sam?"

Sam laughed and replied "He's offering ass instead of crawdads Tommy"

Tommy, not believing Sam, asked me "Is that what you meant faggot?"

"Well...I've turned over every single rock, and I am not finding anymore" I replied to Tommy.

It was difficult hearing, the quiet chat they had, over the bustling waters. I truly hoped they were discussing who was going first and what not, but there was little doubt, if it did go down, Sam would drive pole position since he's the leader of the two person posse. I got to my feet and looked at the fellas. They had removed the vests, and shoes. Tommy for sure had big feet for a guy his height and I was optimistic there was going to some correlation. Sam also had large feet, but I'm pretty certain he has some fungus issues, and that is a no go! They finished their debate.

Sam spoke "Fill the bag and you'll get fucked faggot" and then Tommy added "Yup".

I was pretty sure there is a rug pull coming, but I scoured the creek just the same. I did locate 7 more.

"I'll be right back Sam...Gotta grab something from my truck" Tommy said and stood.

I paused my search to watch Tommy's exit. He is fucking hot. Tight little body, and very well worked out. His arms and legs are strong. He saw me scoping.

"The fuck you looking at?" Tommy asked me as he tugged at his junk.

Of course, my eyes involuntarily watched his hand.

"Look at the bitch...He's licking his chops dude" Tommy said as he walked off.

Things were looking up and I was liking my chances more and more. I continued the hunt and had the bag nearly full when Tommy returned, and I saw what he went to retrieve. Tommy carried a wooden baseball bat. I was getting a lil bit freaked, and picked up the pace, and did manage to fill the bad. I stood in front of them still in the water.

"Okay...Guess I'll be going now...It's been fun guys" I said.

"Thought you wanted fucked faggot?" Tommy asked as he bounced the bat off an opened palm repeatedly.

"I don't know where you got that idea, but no thank you" I replied sternly.

The both lowered themselves into water and stood on either side of me. I was getting very freaked out now. Tommy handed the bat to Sam.

Sam said "You two choices fag" He said as he tapped the bat on the bridge then added "You get fucked or you fucking run"

"Come on guys...I know we were just fooling around but now you're scaring me" I replied and took a step back.

Tommy stepped towards me blocking my preferred exit in the event I took off and asked "Which is gonna be faggot?"

Without any further hesitation I bolted into the woods. I did not think they were joking and I'd rather not have a bat jammed in my ass. I didn't hear them in pursuit, but I kept running as fast I could without foot wear. I had no plan, no clothes, and absolutely no desire to be anywhere near those two fucks any longer. I hoped they had just intended to scare me then laughed about it on the way home, but then I heard a voice.

"Come out come out where ever you are faggot" Tommy yelled.

Sam had quite the whistle and it echoed all around me. When I was a kid there was an old disregarded vehicle out where the older kids partied. I didn't know if it was still there, but nothing else came to mind. I moved slowly and carefully watching every step. A snapped branch could expose my location. I wasn't certain of the time since they had my phone, but I'm thinking it's around 4pm. There were several hours of daylight remaining so hopefully they would give up shortly. Thank you baby Jesus, the car was still there.

I had to be smart. If I knew it was here, then so did they. Hiding inside the car would not be smart. I very cautiously lifted the hood and sat where a motor once resided, and lowered the hood. I heard their voices getting closer, but then it went quiet. Every little noise sent me in to a panic. Then an ear drum busting bang startled me and I fucking screamed like a girl.

"Told ya dude" Sam said.

Tommy slid the end of the bad under the hood and sprung it open. They laughed to see me cowering. What was I thinking, of course this is where I would go, and clearly you didn't need to be a genius to figure it out.

"What a fucking dumb bitch" Tommy stated.

"I think he wanted to be found" Sam barked and chuckled.

Tommy said "No doubt...If someone told me they gonna stuff a bat up my ass I'd never stop fucking run dude"

Maybe they were right, maybe not, but they did bring up a valid point. When I was a kid I dreamed of growing up and having sex in this old rusted out heap. So possibly that part of me drew me here. But, I never imagined getting a piece of timber crammed up my ass here, or anywhere for that matter. If they thought I was going to climb out and just take it like a man they're sadly mistaken. I planned to beg from my current location.

"I don't have it now...Obviously...But I have money" I offered.

Tommy quickly piped in "5 G faggot"

"That's absurd" I answered emphatically.

Sam said "Is it?" In a questioning tone and striking the rusted steel with the bat.

"I don't think I have that much...Toss me my phone and check my balance" I answered him quietly, and hopefully.

"You think we're fucking dumb or something" Tommy stated.

I did, in fact, think they are total fucking morons, but needed to keep that to myself. I'm pretty much trapped in this situation. Sure, I could run, but I wouldn't not be able to out run them again.

"I do not think you fellas are dumb" I replied to Tommy trying my best to sound convincing.

"I don't gag!" I spit out hoping to tempt their inner animals.

"Not really a selling point bitch" Sam replied then Tommy seconded it "I know that's right" then they bumped knuckles.

Tommy's tone hinted to a more agreeable desire, but Sam called the shots, So without permission, spoken or otherwise, Tommy must decline.

Sam said sternly "Grab an arm Tommy"

They pulled me from my perch, and I stood against a tree and looked at the ground. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I almost felt safe where I was, and now I was vulnerable. Sam put his face an inch from mine and spoke.

"What the fuck you think you're doing" He yelled and kicked my feet out from under me.

Sam placed a foot on my back and gave Tommy directive "Tie the bitches hands".

Tommy aggressively bound my hands behind my back and lifted me to a kneeled position. If I had little chance of escaping earlier then now there was none. Sure, I could leap to my feet and jet, but I wouldn't get 10 feet. The fellas cracked open fresh beers and leaned against the grill and drank them casually. Sam's chest had a thin layer of hair that trailed down his stomach and dove into the underwear that had a decent lump. Tommy was either hairless, or shaved. His somewhat hairy legs suggested he shaved but who knows. He had a very fuckable muscled rump and also sported a hardening cock. My eyes wandered up and down and my fear began to subside. Tommy stood in front of me.

"I see you checking out my feet fag" He said.

He dragged the sole of his left foot down my face and forced his big toe in my mouth.

"Suck my toe like a cock faggot" Tommy ordered.

I complied then received a kick to the ground. I rolled on to my stomach and tried to get up.

"Look at this bitch sticking his faggot ass in the air" Sam said and returned my face to the dried pine needle blanket.

"Fucking bitch begging to get fucked" Tommy added and jiggled a cheek with a foot then added "You want the bat faggot?"

I was terrified again and quickly pleaded "I want your bat Tommy".

They laughed, but I couldn't help notice I was not told no. Sam stood on my back and said.

"You want my bat too don't ya faggot" He said.

It wasn't easy but I managed to respond "Yes".

I felt Sam's boxers land on my back then he walked away leaving them behind. Sam was thin, but also had a nicely rounded behind. His leg hair rose on to his butt and gradually dissipated. I could see the backside of a large set of fuzzy nuts.

"Yeah he does Sam" Tommy said and nudged my butt some more with a foot.

It was getting pretty obvious Tommy was interested with my back side. He then grabbed my waist band and lifted me off the ground just high enough that I was able to get my knees under myself. He released me and I came to rest face down and ass up and he kneeled behind me.

"You fucking like that shit faggot" Tommy said as he slammed himself against me a single time.

I felt his cotton glad hard cock between my cheeks and slid my knees further apart, pushed my ass against his package.

"Check it out Sam...This fucking bitch in heat" Tommy stated and they laughed at me then I felt the baseball bat press against my hole.

I voluntarily put my face back in the dirt and trembled. Tommy slowly slid the end of the wood stick down my spine and back into my crack.

"You want the fucking bat bitch" He stated.

"Please don't Tommy....Fuck me if you want" I replied.

Sam said "Fucking pathetic faggot begging for cock...You should be ashamed bitch"

Sam sat on the hood and stroked his now erect cock. He had a nice rod. Maybe not quite the 8 inches I've become accustomed to around here, but close, and chunky. His pubic hair was ridiculous, Over-all, I was not real impressed. With a strong grip on the back of my neck Tommy pulled me up until I was upright and forced my face into his groin.

"You wanna suck on some fat bat fag?" He asked as his groin wandered my face.

"Please...I'll do what ever you guys want" I pleaded.

He took a step back and dropped his trunks. Tommy's body was the hottest I have ever seen on a frame below 5'5". He certainly brought up the county's average cock size. 8 heavy looking inches jutted from his nicely trimmed dark brown hair. I was in shock and felt a smile spread across my face.

Sam piped in "Dude...Same thing every time Bro...They all fall in love wit your fucking cock"

Sam wasn't wrong. Tommy placed a hand on top of my head.

"You wanna kiss it faggot?" He asked me.

I said nothing and puckered my lips. He moved a bit closer and his bloated helmet was a mere inches away. He pulled me closer and closer and tried to get my outstretched tongue on him. Tommy continued my forward motion and sent me face down on his feet.

"Fucking kiss em bitch" He ordered.

I heard an unfamiliar voice and Sam speaking as licked and kissed Tommy's feet.

"Sup Wyatt" Sam said to the newly arrived member.

"So, This is the new talent?" Wyatt said.

I liked Wyatt's voice, and though, I couldn't see him he sounded sexy. Tommy stepped away.

Sam replied "Yup..Joey may be off limits, but his lil bitch boyfriend isn't"

It was difficult with my hands bound, but did manage getting back to a kneeled position.

Tommy also spoke with Wyatt "What's up dude...Good to see ya" Tommy said to Wyatt and they did the half hug bro thing.

"You teasing a bitch wit your big cock again dude?" Wyatt asked Tommy and the three of them busted out.

Wyatt was just as hot as he sounded. 5'7" and a tight ripped upper body. He appeared to be military and the dog tags that hung around his neck confirmed it. Wyatt was a sexy soldier! He stepped out of his boots and casually undressed. This all appeared to be part of normal day routine. He folded his jeans and set them on the hood and peeled his socks off. He came over to introduce himself, sort of.

"Sup bitch" He said and jammed his package into my face then added "You gonna be a good faggot?" As he looked down at me.

I nodded up and down and Wyatt pulled himself out and slapped me across the face before getting completely naked. Wyatt was also living in the correct town. He had a nice 7.5 inch piece that arched slightly upward just like Sam.

Sam also came over and gave me a better look at his tool. Sam and Wyatt were similarly sized, but Wyatt had heard of personal hygiene where as Sam couldn't even spell the word hygiene. Unusual, the shortest of the three had the biggest tool.

Wyatt said the other two guys "We gonna do the log thing again?" As he helped himself to the cooler.

Tommy replied "Fuck yeah dude"

Sam lifted me to my feet and harshly shoved me towards a downed tree and said.

"Straddle it faggot" He ordered.

I did as he directed and watched the three swinging cock engage in a round of rock, paper, scissors. That must be a straight guy thing because not a single time in my life have I ever engaged in the act. After some more discussion a rotation was agreed upon. Wyatt straddled the log in front of me and Sam behind.

"Do what you do" Wyatt said and lifted my mouth on to his waiting shaft.

I figured resisting was futile and bobbed on him as best as I could with my arms tied behind my back still. I could hear Sam dribble spit on his pole then crammed his cock balls deep in a single rough forward motion and pumped aggressively. It hurt! And I whimpered a little.

"He fucking tight dude?" Tommy asked Sam.

"Fuck yeah it is" He replied and pounded.

Tommy checked in with Wyatt also "How's the head dude?"

"I've had better" He replied then lifted my head up and speak to me "That all you fucking got bitch?" And spit into my open mouth then added "Tommy untie the bitch"

Tommy got the go ahead from Sam and undid his knot then quickly tapped Wyatt on the shoulder. Both cocks left my body and the men they belonged to stood. Wyatt jockeyed behind me and Tommy took his spot.

"There you are" I said happily ogling his meat.

They all laughed and Wyatt spoke "Dude...Remember that one fag?...He cried and pleaded till he saw your big shit and his tune changed" And his body bashed against mine.

"I can't help it dude...Fags just wanna suck my cock dude" Tommy replied as he moved closer to me.

I wrapped my newly operational hands around Tommy's pipe and looked at it and smiled.

"Quit smirking and get sucking bitch" Tommy barked.

I lined myself up tightened my leg grip around the tree then swallow Tommy's length. I wanted to impress the hung dude and I think I did.

"He fucking took it all boys" Tommy said excitedly, placed a hand on the backside of my head and pumped.

Wyatt battered my hole with short rapid strides and muttered the hoped for verbal abuse.

"Like getting fucking railed bitch boy" Wyatt said and banged on.

My attention was on Tommy's grand pillar. The previously estimated 8 inches was now closer to 8.5 inches. On a 5'4" guy 8.5 inches would classify him as horse hung. Tommy aggresively grasped my hair and controlled my movement. This exact position would have just fine, but then came the tap out I was dreading.

"Rotate" Sam barked.

Sam's junk up close was even nastier, but it wasn't like I had a say in the matter and took his manhood in my mouth. Tommy slowly slid himself in and I paused to enjoy the moment and let out a satisfying moan. I closed my eyes and sucked Sam, it was easier that way. After a few minutes I spoke suggestively.

I spoke up "Rotate"

"Fucking bitch getting into it" An unfamiliar voice said and sat in front of me.

I looked at his erect 7 inch cock and said "I don't believe I've had the pleasure"

He maneuvered himself into my opened mouth and forced his meat down my throat and replied to my rhetorical question.

"Now you have...Pig" He stated and pumped my throat.

Sam unloaded inside me before I realized he was fucking me again. I felt gross knowing his foul seed was occupying my loins. However, I was pleased he got off and opened up a vacancy which Wyatt was eager to fill. I sucked, yet another, unknown cock owner and desperately tried to make him cum promptly.

"Eat it pig" He said and discharged.

I wanted Tommy back in front of me and I waved him in. As he sat back down I looked to his face. He gave me a slight smile, before ramming his gorgeous 8.5 thick delicious post in to my throat, again.

"I know you wanna eat my shit fag...They always wanna swallow my juice" Tommy said as he moved me up and down on himself.

Wyatt's rapid strides slowed then his warm nut deposited deep inside.

"Take that faggot" Wyatt said and belted my ass as he left the line-up.

I had Tommy to myself while they guys stood around the rusted out car and drank beers while dressing. I spoke very quietly to Tommy.

"I do want to eat your seed, but please fucking pound me...Please" I begged.

Tommy flashed his smile and quickly got behind me. He slid himself into my clobbered hole, placed his hands on my lower spine and the back side of my neck and pumped at my hole aggressively.

"You like my big bat fag" Tommy said between hammers.

"Mmmm...Hmmm" I moaned and came in my jock.

After another half dozen lunges Tommy scattered the contents of his stout sack all over my guts. I no longer existed as far as any of them were concerned. They drank beer, dressed and left. I was in no better circumstances now than before I jetted into the trees. Then I saw the shorts Tommy had on earlier, and my phone, on the hood. I took a swim hoping the cool water would soothe my battered ass then headed home feeling my hunger had thoroughly been satisfied. I got a text from Wes.

"I'll be home in an hour baby" Wes sent.

In that instant I felt terrible, but really, what else could I do? I needed todays events for our relationship to work. I thought about coming clean, but decided to not take the unnecessary risk. I didn't want to lose my gentle Wes, but I will be returning to the rusty car as often as I can. I had no idea how I was going to explain the scratches on my inner thighs. I suppose, I could just tell him part of the truth, I went for a walk and took breather on a downed tree and scraped them. I responded to Wes.

"I can't wait to see my handsome man, but I think I'm coming down with the flu" I returned messaged.

To be continued......