Riding Bitch

The two truckers walked me into the shower area of the truck stop. The showers were set up as individual stalls with doors for privacy. The stalls that were opened revealed a changing area with a bench and hooks on the wall to hang towels and clothes, and then a separate shower area that could be closed off with a curtain. We walked down through the line of showers to the end of the row. As we got closer, I could see that the last stall on both sides of the row was larger than the other stalls. I had the thought that it seemed like these larger stalls were designed to accommodate more than one person.

On the trip in, Vince and Todd didn’t try to hide their groping of my body. It was almost as if I was being paraded by the other truckers, showing off their trophy, the young college boy they were fucking on this trip. I felt deeply humiliated, convinced that every person we passed knew what I had done and agreed to keep doing. I also noticed that every person we passed seemed to be exclusively truckers, and exclusively men. For their part, the men we passed catcalled and whistled at my jock body, as I was led into the showers by my tops.

The larger stall on the left side was open, and Vince ushered me into it as he and Todd followed closely behind.

“Strip!” Todd commanded as he latched the door. All three of us disrobed, and I was once again naked with these two guys, the memory of their stretching of my hole fresh in my mind.

Vince stepped into the shower area, turning on the water and getting it to the right temperature, as Todd stepped up to me, placing his hands on my shoulders and exerting pressure down. “On your knees, princess!” he laughed, as I knelt before him. “Use that mouth to get me hard.” Almost immediately, my mouth was filled with his large, but still soft cock. Quickly I felt him expanding in length and girth as he hardened while I sucked on him.

Pulling out of my mouth and lifting his cock up with his left hand, his right hand pulled the back of my head forward as I heard him say, “Show some love to my balls!” My tongue snaked out and licked his balls as he pressed my face firmly into his crotch. “Yeah! Just like that!” he groaned, clearly pleased with my oral work on his testicles. I could not believe that I was on my knees willingly licking another man’s scrotum. Earlier today I would never have believe that I would ever be doing something like this.

Finally, Todd pulled me up and turned me around, pushing me into the shower. He stopped me, then pressed on my back, bending me forward. “Put your hands on the wall!” he commanded, and when I obeyed, he lined up his now hard cock with my hole and slammed in balls deep. “UGHMPH!” I groaned as the air was forced from my lungs by the power of his penetration. I heard him chuckle behind me as he held still for a moment, letting me adjust.

“Damn! I can’t believe that little ass took that cock that quickly!” said a voice behind us that I did not recognize. Too late, I realized in horror that while Todd had kept my mouth and ass distracted, Vince had quietly opened the door to allow an audience to watch them fuck me. My humiliation was complete. I wanted to die right then and there. It was one thing to submit to these two truckers. We were a thousand miles from home, and they were my ride. But it was a completely different thing to have other men see and leer at my submission.

Knowing how I would react, Todd covered my mouth with his hand, keeping me quiet as he leaned over my back and whispered in my ear, “They don’t know you. You’ll never see them again, and they like watching young guys take cock. Just go with it. As much as you like getting fucked, you’ll provide them a good show!” He laughed cruelly in my ear as he said that last bit. I gave in at that point. I realized I was getting fucked no matter what I did, and the other truckers were going to watch, no matter what. In retrospect, it probably would have been hotter for them if I had struggled, if I had looked like I was getting raped. But I didn’t have time to ponder that at the moment, because Todd began an in-and-out thrusting that very quickly turned into all out fucking.

Before I really realized what happened, I had forgotten about our audience. Todd’s cock felt so good, hitting that spot deep within me. I realized I was hard and already close to cumming. Again, I couldn’t believe how much I had changed, but I didn’t care, as I was loving taking his cock. Before I got off, however, Todd pulled out, keeping me bent over as he came around to my head. “I want some more of that mouth!” he said as he pulled my mouth back onto his cock. I moved to kneel down, but he stopped me, saying, “No, you look better like that, showing your pussy!” I could just imagine the view that our audience had, my legs spread, bent over, my hole open from where Todd’s and Vince’s cocks had been pounding me out. I could feel the breeze tickle the inside of my ass where the hole was not closed up. I felt like a whore, revealing my body like that for other men to stare at.

I heard movement behind me, and before I could process what was happening, another cock pressed into my hole, my new fucker burying himself balls deep in me in one thrust. I tried to shout “No,” but all that came out was “NNNNNN!” because my mouth was filled with Todd’s cock. Even I had to admit that the sound I made sounded much more like a moan than a denial. I even sounded like a slut when I was getting fucked.

“FUCK!” the man in me said, beginning to thrust. “This is fine pussy!” He was slightly smaller than either Todd or Vince, so I had no trouble taking him, and quite quickly found myself enjoying the pounding he gave me. His thrusts in pushed me forward onto Todd’s cock, which over time kept going deeper and deeper into my throat. I later learned that what was happening to me at that time was called spit-roasting.

I later found out that Vince had stationed himself outside of the stall, to watch for any attendants that might wander through and try to stop what was happening. He was also charging these other truckers for a go at my ass. It was after getting fucked by the fourth guy that I realized they had planned to stop at this place because there were guys there looking to fuck. I’m not sure how much money they made off my ass that night, but I know I took at least 8 different cocks. After the first trucker got off in me, Todd came back around and finished in my ass. My legs were burning and sore from standing bent over while getting fucked, so they moved the bench to the center of the shower area, and bent me over that. The fifth guy who fucked me wanted me on my back, so he flipped me over on the bench, put my legs on his shoulders, and bent over me as he power-fucked me in a missionary position on the bench. He was a hairy, muscular guy, and I found myself staring lustfully at his body. Seeing this, he bent down further, folding me in half, and kissed me, passionately taking my mouth as he fucked my hole. I came for the second time in that marathon fuck session from his hairy stomach rubbing my cock while he kissed and fucked me.

When he was done, he pulled out and stood up, saying, “Damn, baby, that was some fine ass! I’m Ken, and if you ever get tired of these assholes, you can come ride with me!” He laughed as he pulled me up from the bench. He pulled me into his embrace with one hand while grabbing my head with his other hand, meeting me in a passionate post-coital kiss once again. Ken had been my favorite new partner so far that night.

The next guy stepped in as Ken left, pushing me back down over the bench and commencing a quick fuck that only lasted about 2 minutes before he seeded my ass. He must have just needed to get off, because he pulled out as soon as he shot, and then he was gone! Both the seventh and eighth men fucked me face down on the bench. At some point in the evening, I figured out that either Vince or Todd had texted some of their trucker buddies where we would be, and had set up this encounter without tell him. I had never felt so exhausted or used in my entire short life.

After the last dude left, there was a bit of a lull before I heard Vince’s voice talking with someone outside the shower stall. I had stayed laying down on the bench, resting and trying to recover from the gang-bang I had just endured, hoping that it was finally over. Alas, there was one more trucker who wanted some ass. Apparently he had gotten to the stop a little later than he intended, and had almost missed his opportunity to nut my hole. As he came through the door, I heard him say, “Well, fuck, what have we here? That’s some fine jock pussy there!” Chills ran all over me as I froze, immediately recognizing the voice.

My dad, the man I most admired in the world, was standing behind me, staring at my naked body and stretched out hole. I did not know what to do! I couldn’t turn around and let him see my face, but I couldn’t imagine the guilt of letting him go forward with fucking me. Frozen with fear, fate and time worked against me. Dad quickly shed his clothes, and almost immediately I felt the head of his cock, the cock that made me, press against and into my open hole. I gasped as the reality of the situation sank in just as quickly as Dad’s cock into my hole. His cock seemed thicker than any other that I had taken. His hands quickly found my shoulders as he set up an in-and-out rhythm fucking my hole. The string of fuck-talk coming from him would have been incredibly erotic in any other situation, but I was having difficulty dealing with knowing that it was my dad fucking me. I had no idea that he was into other guys!

Dad pulled my shoulders back, standing me up and pulling me against him as he fucked. He wrapped his right arm around my neck while his left arm wrapped around my torso, pulling me back against his chest with his dick lodged deeply in my ass. I turned my head away from him so he couldn’t see my face. “You know you love this dick, you little jock pussy!” he growled in my ear. I shivered as the first real sense of pleasure in this incestuous fuck washed over me. Fuck how wrong this was, my dad was good at fucking, and he was making my body begin to feel incredible! I groaned out in pleasure, admitting how good I was feeling. He grabbed my head and turned my face toward his, seeking my mouth for a kiss. Forgetting myself in the pleasure, I turned, and in slow motion I saw the recognition in his eyes as he shouted out, “Fuck, Carter! What the hell!”

“Dad, I’m sorry!” I said, immediately the kid terrified of dad’s punishment.

We were frozen like that for what seemed like an eternity. But even in that eternal moment, I was acutely aware that Dad had not withdrawn, and his very hard cock was still lodged balls deep in my ass. And I noticed that I didn’t try to get away. His arms were still around me. We were still locked in our fuck embrace, neither saying anything, waiting for something.

That something came when Dad said, “Fuck it.” He then leaned forward, captured my mouth with his, drawing me into a passionate kiss as his hips once again began a fucking motion into my very open hole. Dad was fucking me, and he knew that he was fucking me, his son, and he did it anyway. Moreover, the passion he was expressing through his kissing me was beyond anything I had experienced yet. The taboo nature of our union, the passionate way he held me, the masterful way he fucked me, and the way I felt safe held in Daddy’s arms all combined into an overwhelming orgasm that hit me suddenly and I began spewing cum straight out from my own engorged dick on the bench and floor and wall in front of me. The gripping of my ass through my orgasm must have pushed Dad over the edge, because he suddenly thrust fully in me and coated my insides with his own load.

“Fuck!” Dad shouted as he pulled out after his orgasm, suddenly hit with guilt and grief over what he had just done.

Todd and Vince were standing at the doorway, staring at us. Vince was the first to speak: “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen!” Dad turned his attention to the two of them. The look that he gave them was disturbing.

“I’m going to kill you both!” Dad began, the aggressive growl in his voice a terrifying sound as he stood up, his fists clenched.

“Dad, wait!” I yelled, standing up and moving between him and the two truckers. His gaze turned to me, the pain evident in his eyes. But he stopped moving.

“This is my fault,” I began. “I lied to you and Mom, and took off on this road trip adventure. Todd and Vince picked me up, and I’ve agreed to bottom for them while we ride.” I didn’t tell him how they got me to agree to that. I just didn’t want him to do something stupid that would get him arrested, or worse hurt or killed.

Dad stared at me for a moment, with a look that I couldn’t understand, until he asked, “You wanted this?”

“Yes,” I lied, stepping forward and grabbing him in a hug. Slowly I felt his arms coming around me. “But please don’t tell Mom.”

He chuckled, a deep sad laugh, as he said, “There’s a lot your Mom doesn’t know. We’ll just add this to the list.”

To Be Continued…