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A45 Truckstop

I didn’t often need to visit the stores I looked after in East Anglia as they pretty mush ran themselves with excellent management teams who knew what they were doing. I pretty much used the shops as a working day off – if that makes sense. The pleasure I took when spending time there was enhanced by the stop I always made on the drive home back into London. In those days the A45 was a single carriage way road nothing like the fast Motorway it is today and it was pointless trying to rush anywhere on it as it was very busy and always full of ponderous trucks hauling freight from Felixstowe or sugar from the Silverspoon factory at Bury St Edmunds. I always relaxed and went with the flow knowing that once on the M11 I could put my foot down and leave the slow behemoths in my wake.

Before leaving the A45 behind me however I always made a point of stopping at the last lay-by before it joined the motorway. It wasn’t a big parking area but there were always half a dozen or so trucks parked up, the drivers enjoying a cup of tea or coffee with a bacon or sausage sarnie from the fast food van that had taken up residence. The tea was excellent and the sandwiches while not in the least healthy were bloody delicious. The other attraction of this particular pull-in was the large public toilet. It was old but well maintained with eight urinals and six cubicles.

One of the drawbacks to my otherwise great job was that if I didn’t remember to visit the loo before either leaving home in the morning or the store I was at before heading off at the end of the day I risked being caught short. The lay-by at the end of the A45 was the only loo I passed on my journey to and from Suffolk.

For once I wasn’t thinking about sex and I stopped there to empty my bladder. It honestly hadn’t crossed my mind that I would do anything else. I pulled up between a couple of monster trucks and headed straight into the toilet block unzipping my fly as I walked in. My urgent need for bladder relief took me straight to the nearest urinal where I let the waters flow. ‘Phew, I needed that.’ I spoke aloud without thinking and nearly jumped out of my skin when a voice from behind me said,

‘I’ll bet that’s not all you need either, is it? What do you think Tim?’

Tim was standing at the urinal three up on my right, and I genuinely hadn’t seen him in my haste to piss. I looked over to him feeling more than a little intimidated and nervous.

‘Leave the lad alone Charlie you’re scaring the poor bugger.’ He smiled across at me. ‘Ignore him mate. His barks worse than his bite.’ I smiled back nervously.

Now I’d been in similar situations dozens of times where I was propositioned by other men in public toilets. Remember, I was a sexy piece of ass in those days thanks to regular sessions at the gym and my other keep fit activities. In this situation some men spoke some simply waved their erection at me. Depending on how hot they were or what mood I was in I would either agree to have sex with them or tuck myself away, zip up and leave. This particular evening felt different somehow. I remember there was a strange atmosphere and I felt intimidated. Both men were bigger than me – taller, heavier and more muscular. Both were older than I was, I put Charlie at around fifty while Tim looked to be mid to late thirties. They wore jeans, boots and t-shirts that showed off their powerful arms and torsos. Despite feeling uncomfortable I could feel my excitement rising and Phil Jr started to thicken and exposed the fact that I was getting turned on. Getting turned on? Hell, who was I trying to fool? My heart was beating faster, my breathing was shallow and rapid and I had broken out in a sweat. I wasn’t turned on, I was fucking gagging for it. I had long had a fantasy where I was cornered and used by two or more rough workmen leaving me worn out and bruised once they had finished with me. Could my fantasy be about to come true? I certainly couldn’t exit the toilet block unless Charlie allowed me to, and from past experience I knew it was a pick-up spot.

‘His dicks getting hard Charlie. Reckon he fancies a bit of rough trucker?’ I kept looking from one to the other and yes my dick got harder and harder as my imagination ran riot. Charlie moved towards me. He was the bigger of the two men and looked meaner. I was not going to mess with Charlie. He settled behind me and I felt his big arms encircle me pulling me into his hard thick body. By God the man was strong – it felt like I was resting against a rock face and there was no way I was escaping those steel like arms. I heard someone enter the toilet. Nothing was said as he crossed to the urinal. He was obviously a Rep, much older than me and very out of condition. His eyes were like saucers behind his glasses as he looked at me trapped in Charlie’s bear hug. He smiled and licked his lips lasciviously. I shuddered. I was a slut when I was younger, but I was a picky slut. I could afford to be, and Mr Spectacles waving his thin, wiry sweaty dick at me was so not my type. Fortunately Tim felt the same way. ‘Piss and leave mate. He’s taken.’ I looked at Tim with what I hoped he saw as gratitude as he walked over to Charlie and I, stopped in front of me and ran a hand over my chest. He found a nipple through my cotton shirt and squeezed it. I couldn’t have stopped the murmur of lust escaping my throat if I’d tried to. ‘Don’t worry pretty boy you’re all ours. We only share with each other.’ He now had a nipple in each hand and with a wicked smile on his face he twisted them till I cried out and my legs gave way. My cock, standing proud and achingly hard from out of the front of my trousers was hot wired to my tits. Tim didn’t know it but by inflicting pain on them he was turning my sex drive up at least one if not two notches. Mr Spectacles was still at the urinal looking like a rabbit caught in headlights. Tim snarled ‘I told you to leave.’

‘Hang on Tim it might be fun watching cutie being serviced by our friend here. What do you say fella? Would you like some of this?’  He literally picked me up and showed me to him. Mr Spectacles nodded and I swear there was drool running from one corner of his mouth. ‘You’ve got two minutes. Time him Tim…….  Well get on with it seconds are wasting.’ Tim moved to the side and the Rep fell to his knees. Charlie whispered in my ear, ‘look at Tim slag, keep your eyes on Tim ignore what’s happening to your cock.’ Then to Tim, ‘twist his tits again – the slag likes that.’

I cried out again as my nipples were mercilessly twisted and pulled then went rigid when a hot wet mouth took possession of my dick. I learned a lesson that evening. Mr Spectacles might not have been attractive but he gave one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had. He took all of my cock without a problem and the sensations I was feeling from his whipping, curling tongue allied with the torture Tim was inflicting on my chest had me close to orgasm. ‘Time’s up.’ Tim roughly pushed the Rep away from me and I looked down at him. He stayed on his knees, hand pumping his thin erection. His head went back and a hoarse ‘oh fuck’ escaped his lips as jizz flew from the end of his dick. His balls held a fountain of spunk. Jet after jet pulsed from him, most of it splattering over my trousers. He finished with a deep sigh. He stood, made himself presentable and headed out of the exit.

‘Just you and us now slag. Strip him Tim, let’s have a good look.’ That wicked smile appeared again and Tim proceeded to unfasten the buttons on my shirt and push it off my shoulders leaving it hanging behind me from my wrists. My belt was next and the buttons on my trousers which along with my briefs were soon down to my ankles. Tim took a step back and looked me up and down. ‘Oh you’re going to like this one Charlie. Fucking spot-on this one.’ He moved back to me and put his hands on my hips. One slowly slid round to my ass and stroked up and down my firm butt cheek. It then moved into my crack and finding my puckered ring with a finger he pushed hard and entered me going knuckle deep. At he same time he took my balls in his other hand and pulled them down towards the floor. I was squirming and whimpering with the sudden pain. But he wasn’t finished. He began to pump his finger in and out of me and his head moved to my chest. He clamped his mouth over a nipple. Clamp was the operative word as he bit down hard. I squealed only to receive a sharp smack on my bouncing cock from Charlie. ‘Less noise slag.’ He kissed my neck then bit and sucked it. I was going to have a nice big hicky there. The thought that I would carry his mark on me for the next week stimulated and excited me. ‘Get me out Tim before I bust my fucking zip.’

Tim looked me straight in the eye as he reached round with both hands. I felt him fumbling with Charlie’s belt and buttons but soon he was pushing them down along with his pants. A hot dick sprang up and slapped against my crack. Charlie ground it against me and rubbed his shaft up and down my ass crack. He released one of his vice like arms bringing his hand to my mouth. Fingers were pushed in and I was told to suck them. When he judged they were slimy enough he smeared my spit over and into my mancunt. I was twisting and groaning with lust and longing. ‘Spit.’ Charlie’s hand was at my mouth again. I collected as much saliva as I could and spat it onto his waiting fingers. Tim did the same and I can only guess that our combined saliva was what Charlie used for lube on his thick cock because minutes later I felt the head of it seeking access to my love tube and he was in no mood to be gentle. As soon as he had breached me with his helmet he pushed until he could go no further. I suppressed a scream as he jack hammered in to me. ‘Fuck that’s tight.’

No, I thought, that’s fucking thick. My ring was being stretched wider than it was used to. Not that I was complaining of course. Once I got used to it I knew I’d bloody love it. He began to move – out and in, out and in. Never gently,  getting in deeper with each push. He shifted his arms putting one round my waist the other on my upper back to bend me forward. Tim’s cock smacked against my face and he took my head in his hands. I opened my mouth and took Tim into it. He was rock hard and leaking cum. He tasted amazing and the musky man smell of him kicked me a notch higher. I sank my mouth down onto his hot rod taking some of it into my throat as I buried my nose in his sweaty pubes. He was moaning and groaning as I deep throated him. His dick was perfect for the job in hand. Thick but not jaw breakingly so and long without choking me. The perfect dick. I held onto Tim’s hips and let Charlie dictate the pace as he held mine and thrust hard and deep into my greedy gut.

I was in seventh heaven. I clearly remember thinking that if a policeman walked in now we’d be in real shit but then dismissing the thought. ‘Fuck it.’ I was having too much fun to worry. The noise coming from the three of us must have been heard outside and attracted a crowd because when I glanced to the side I saw five or six bodies standing watching us. Now I was really firing on all cylinders. I love an audience and get a big kick from acting the porn star for people. I was in a gay porn movie once but that’s a story for another time.

As Charlie pounded my wide and hungry ass hole with increasing strength and ferocity Tim did likewise with my mouth and was face fucking me in total synchronisation with his buddy. My body was covered in sweat. My dick was bouncing around and leaking cum that splatted my legs. Neither of my assailants was in a hurry to cum and I was buzzing. I was slamming my arse back as Charlie skewered me. Harder and harder, faster and faster then suddenly he bellowed and pushed so deep and hard I almost passed out. My head spun, my legs gave way and Tim had to grab me to stop me collapsing. I swear I could feel Charlie’s scalding juice flood into me. He came so much that it was running out of my cunt and down my legs while he was still pouring more into me.

The suction I was applying to the cock in my other orifice sent Tim over the edge and I was soon swallowing and gagging on the river of spunk he shot into me. I knew I’d emptied my balls when I’d felt Charlie blast inside me and as the two truckers pulled their still hard cocks from their respective fuck tunnels I staggered with the initial exhaustion you get after hard physical sex. Charlie caught me by my arms and turned me around to face him for the first time. He was smiling and the gruff intimidating fuck god that had ordered me about and fucked my arse to near destruction was replaced by a friendly man with soft blue eyes. ‘You ok mate?’ I nodded and smiled back weakly. He chuckled and kissed me softly on the lips. ‘That was fucking brilliant. Thanks.’

‘You’re welcome. Anytime.’

We heard grunts and gasps coming from the men watching as one after another they wanked themselves to completion. The floor of the toilet block was a veritable sea of spunk.

I felt a body press against me from behind and the cheeky bugger slipped his still hard cock inside my tender cunt. I started to groan again. I was insatiable thanks to these two real men.

‘Do you have to rush off?’ Tim asked quietly as he gently rocked his cock in and out of my dripping hole.

‘No. Why, want to do me again?’ I was only half joking.

‘Yes.’ He wasn’t joking at all.

‘Okay. Where though, we can’t stay in here?’

‘Our cab. Got a nice big bed to fuck you on.’

‘Our bed? You’re a couple?’

‘Yeah, we live together, travel together and when we find a nice bit of trade we fuck him together. Charlie had the cab fitted out so we’ve lots of room for three.’ He pushed his cock in a little further and harder eliciting a gasp of suppressed passion from me.

‘You’d better let me get dressed then.’

Five minutes later I was climbing into the cab of the biggest truck parked up in the lay-by. It was massive inside with a seat on each side one for the driver the other for his mate that I soon learned could pivot and lay flat to almost double the size of the bed. Blinds covered all windows to give us total privacy. Charlie followed me up into the cab while Tim entered through the drivers door. Once we were in the doors were locked and some soft rock music was playing on the hifi. I wasn’t for wasting time so in minutes I was bollock naked and crawling onto the bed. The two truck buddies soon joined me one on each side.

I got my first good look at the men who had just put on such a great show for the audience of other drivers and I was determined to explore both of them. Tim was still as horny as hell and took advantage of my turning on my left side to kiss Charlie and run my fingers through the hair on his chest by smearing my crack with lube he had fished from a storage bin and sliding his perfect cock inside me. He spooned up behind me and gently fucked his dick in and out of my tender ass, all the while stroking my legs and hip and kissing and licking my back and shoulder.

Charlie was an awesome sight naked. Remember he had been behind me all the time in the toilet so I had seen nothing of him except his hands and arms. He was definitely in his early fifties but he had the physique of a man ten to fifteen years his junior. The only giveaway was the smattering of grey hair amongst the thick dark brown mat that covered his chest and ran down in a thick line to his navel and from there fanned out again to his bush of pubic hair above a thick long cock. I guessed it was about eight inches as mine is seven and he looked to be about an inch longer.  It was the girth of the thing that impressed. It didn’t matter where I held it I couldn’t get my finger and thumb to meet. No wonder he had thought my cunt was tight and his initial entry had brought tears to my eyes. I playfully ran my hand across his body, flicking his nipples with my finger then leaning down and taking first one then the other between my lips and biting down on them. He liked that, ‘Oh yes mate, bite me.’ He roughly pushed my face into his massive chest squashing my nose and crushing my lips. I bit harder and somehow managed to twist my head enough to pull on the nub as I chewed down on it. He cried out, ‘Fuck you cunt. Fuck yeah……..’and pushed my face across to the other nipple where I repeated what I had done to the first one.

Tim was by now picking up on our increased passion and had begun to push harder and deeper into my gut. He was hitting my prostate with every thrust and his hand had dropped to my cock where he was cupping my balls and pulling them away from my body every time he withdrew from the depths of my hot hole. Charlie pulled me in for a kiss and as Tim’s cock slipped out of me flipped me as though I weighed less than a feather to straddle him. ‘Oh yes man.’  Tim chuckled from behind as he knelt behind me with a leg either side of Charlie’s. I felt him applying lube to the thick monster below me and more to my mancunt. Charlie lifted me up by my waist and sat me down on his ass splitting tool. Tim pulled my head round and violently pushed his tongue into my mouth to prevent me screaming as Charlie pushed me down onto him until his pubes were mashed hard against my  widely spread crack. Once I had settled onto him Charlie began lifting me up and dropping me back down sending shock waves of painful delight through my entire body. Behind me Tim was stroking my back and squeezing my ass cheeks as I was lifted up by Charlie.

I was slammed down hard onto Charlie’s pelvic bone and held there as Tim reached round and brought a bottle of poppers to my nose. ‘Deep breath slut………and again…………and again. Hold it.’ I was lifted up, still impaled on the thick root under me. Charlie pulled my head to his and began to rape my mouth with his tongue as the poppers took full effect and I tried to slam myself down. Between them they held me still and I screamed hard and loud into Charlies mouth as Tim forced his iron hard seven inches into my cunt alongside his mates. I was struggling like fuck to stop them but they continued to hold me tight and whisper reassuringly to me. And was I glad they did. As my over stretched anus got used to the massive girth of two big cocks inside it and Tim hit my prostate every time he moved, pain was miraculously replaced by an animal like desire to be used and fucked.

‘Fuck me. Go on fuck me. Deeper. Deeper.’ I really did become a complete slut unable to get enough  of the two cocks pistoning against each other inside my screamingly responsive mantwat. Louder and louder I urged them on not caring who might hear me. Suddenly Charlie pulled me down to lay with my chest on his to allow Tim easier access to my full hole.

‘Relax, let Tim fuck us both. Relax. Calm. Quiet. That’s it. Relax.’  Charlie calmed me and cuddled me tenderly as Tim began a slow gentle fuck in and out of me. He was making love to both my arse and Charlie’s cock as he lovingly screwed us both. It was an amazing and very intense feeling and I was grunting, moaning, whimpering and begging him not to stop. What seemed like gallons of spunk leaked from my cock to make Charlie’s and my stomach slippy and sticky.

‘Won’t last much longer………..need to cum……………..gonna………….arghhhhhhhhhh.’ Tim pushed into me till his balls were hard against the thick pulsing stem of Charlie. He gripped my arse cheeks in his claw like hands and at the peak of his climax rammed into me again and again and again. The increased force and friction created by Tim’s pillaging of my cunt was too much for Charlie who lifted me high into the air, my head brushing the roof of the cab as he exploded once again deep inside my grasping fuck tunnel. The intensity and nearly overwhelming sensations spreading round my body from the epicentre of my anus were like nothing I had experienced before. I screamed the loudest silent scream of my life as my unconfined and untouched cock spat rope after rope of cum in all directions. I was unable to breathe or control the spasms racing through me. I was shuddering from head to toe as the two iron hard cocks deep in my tight and battered hole slowed to a stop. The three of us just lay there one on top of the other with me as the sandwich filling. I felt totally complete and full. We stayed where we were until the two fuck tools inside me deflated enough that they gently slipped out followed by a flood of hot thick cum that leaked from my exhausted mancunt and coated Charlies balls and thigh. I slid off him landing on my side with my face close to Tim’s who was eagerly licking up all the man juice that had collected on his mate. I watched as he cleaned his partner’s balls and cock, then licked up over his abdomen to clear away all my precum that had collected there. It was such a horny sight that I couldn’t resist scooting down and sucking all the sticky thick nectar from Tim’s dick. It seemed to be the most natural and right thing to do. After giving me so much indescribable pleasure the very least I could do was pay homage to the perfect cock with my mouth. My ministrations were brought to a sudden and unexpected end when I felt Charlie’s mouth licking and gently sucking at my bruised crack. The feeling of his tongue lapping against the tender skin and over stimulated nerves of my mantwat was simply mind blowing and I finally gave in and collapsed onto my front allowing the two men who had taken me to such extremes to slowly and lovingly bring me back to earth.

I fell asleep under their tender ministrations only waking when I was shaken by Charlie and offered a cool beer along with a burger and chips. Tim was dressed having nipped outside to the burger van to get dinner for the three of us. The beer came from the built in fridge in the cab. I hadn’t realised how hungry I was until I started to eat. As I sat on the towel they had thoughtfully placed me on I was acutely aware how sore and tender my arse was. I wondered how I was going to drive for another hour in my current state and smiled as I saw myself unable to walk in the morning. The two truckers solved my immediate dilemma insisting I stay with them for the night and relax after our earlier workout as I was clearly too tired and distracted to drive safely. It was Saturday tomorrow and my day off so I thought ‘what the hell’ and agreed.

Another beer later and Tim asked if I wanted to share a joint or two with them. It would have been churlish to refuse. ‘Got to smoke it outside though.’ I was still naked and Charlie decided it would be very sexy and a little naughty if I just wore one of his very large shirts and nothing else. It was a warm summers evening, so I thought why not.

We sat on the grass verge to smoke the joint well away and upwind of the other resting truckers. As the dope took effect Charlie started to get amorous again and I knew my sore ass was going to get another bashing later. ‘What is your fucking name?’ he suddenly asked.  We all three laughed as we realised we had spent the last few hours in the most physical intimacy without ever introducing ourselves.

‘Phil.’ I held my hand out to shake his. Again we all laughed and I lay back against him. Tim passed me the joint and as I took another hit from it I couldn’t help but think how great it was going to be being fucked by these two men whilst off my face. But that’s a story for another day.