Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2006 16:21:56 EST
From: Danhol900@aol.com
Subject: Brutal-Trucker-Sex #1

I thought this group might understand my attraction to rough brutal horned
guys who talk dirty and treat me like the slut I am.  Gay white guy here in
tidewater Virginia and I have been attracted to talkers since my first male
experience.

I had just turned 18 and was driving my 8 year old '68 Firebird along 287
in NJ and a trucker pulled along side, stared long and hard while drawing
seductively on a pipe and motioned me to follow him into the upcomming rest
area. It was summer so all I was wearing were shorts and torn tee and my
blond hair was long in the style of the day.

I guess I expected that the guy might let me jerk him off a little and I
was curious about male sex, never having experienced it. We met in the
bathroom area and quickly ended up in his big double sleeper rig. I soon
learned he expected more then a hand job and knew I was in for a hot time
when he looked me squarely in the eyes saying in his deep horned up
guttural voice, "Get the hell out of those clothes, Bitch, I'm gonna have
me some fun". My dick sprang to attention and I didn't know why then but he
sure noticed and started calling me a slut, fucking bitch, cum bucket and
other things as I red faced took off my clothes.

The guy was brutal and tough and in a hurry to drop his load so as he's
saying all these things to me he's got his cock buried to the hilt down my
throat and I'm gagging and choking on it. This only turned the fucker on
more and I could see the sadistic look in his eyes as I was forced to
submit to his superior strength. I was only 18 and skinny, he was 35 or 40
and toughened with his hard-working man life. The whole time the guy kept
saying, "You love my cock down your throat, don't you bitch?" or "That's
right cum bucket, choke on my trucker cock. Your throat muscles are
massaging it real good now" as I struggled for air and got concerned about
how far this would go.

During the whole throat rape the nasty trucker kept up his verbal assault
and I don't know what turned me on more the physical act of surrendering to
his desires or the mental raping of my psyche as he alternated between
tearing me down and humiliating me and telling me how good I was making him
feel. I soon learned that the two were linked; my pain and degradation led
to his pleasure which then led back to my pleasure...

It didn't take long for the bastard to demand my ass in a very degrading
way. The fucker just pulled out of my mouth, looked me squarely in the eyes
and spat a big gob of spit all over my face and growled, "You fucking
whore, you're a real cum slut. You're just dieing for this fucking monster
to be buried deep in you boy pussy, aren't you bitch?". He slapped me hard
across my face and kept it up until I broke down and sobbed, "Yes, Sir, I'm
a cum slut and a bitch whore and I want your cock inside me." He smiled but
this was not enough for him, "Say please, bitch" and I red-faced stammered,
"Please fuck me."

"It's gonna hurt faggot", he growled, "And I don't have time for any lube
so you better hope your bitch throat got this dick slick enough, bitch." I
sure as hell hoped it had. He brutally swung my legs over his shoulders and
looking at my spit covered face painfully forced the dry cock inside. The
whole time he kept saying, "Take it bitch", or "Open up faggot" or even
"You love getting fucked don't you slut?" I could feel the monster tearing
my up inside and could also tell this feeling was providing him pleasure.
The pain was unbearable but the bastard was enjoying my pain and
degradation.


I was shocked when the fucker was in my butt to the hilt he looked me in
the eyes and gave me the ground rules. He spoke in a slow melodious deep
voice and said, "You're a real slut and I can tell by your hard dick here
that you're enjoying all this, that the pain and humiliation is turning you
on, faggot. I'm gonna use you, slut for my pleasure, to dump a hot load of
trucker cum down your pussy boy and you're gonna love it, right?". I nodded
affirmative and the bastard hauled off and backhanded me across my face
saying, "Answer me when I ask you a question, bitch." I quickly replied
appropriately, he smiled murmuring "Good boy" and got to work on my newly
defined pussy. The fucking was painful and degrading and he kept up the
verbal assault along with the fucking. Through the pain though something
started to happen, I started to feel pleasure along with the pain and
humiliation and the two were merged with the common factor of the trucker's
voice. I was a total wreck when he finally stiffened on top of me and
emptied his balls inside my cunt. I was expecting him to then express his
gratitude or at least tell me how good I'd made him feel but instead he
just brutally ripped his still hard cock out, used my mouth to clean up,
the whole time keeping the verbal assault up.

When the bastard got what he wanted he just stared at me and said, "Get the
fuck out of here shithead, I'm done with you for now".  I then realized
that this was about his pleasure and my stiff cock was my own concern. I
carefully put my clothes back on, being careful that none of his trucker
cum leaked onto the sleeper mattress. As I painfully got out of the rig
there were other drivers who had heard the whole thing and they laughed out
load as the fucker shouted after me, "I make this run every Thursday at
4:00 and you've made me late today, shithead. Be here at 3:00 next time and
don't be late or I'll really be pissed off, got it faggot?" I said that I
had and showed up at 3:10 the next Thursday to a totally pissed off fucker
but that's another story.

Write me if you enjoyed this.  I can submit more installments if wanted.

danhol900@aol.com