Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2012 22:16:40 -0500 (EST)
From: lovediego <lovediego@aol.com>
Subject: Dirty Sodomites (2)

Dirty Sodomites (2)

By: Lovediego@aol.com

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This is another raunchy tale of men having sex with each other. This is my
latest work, please don't steal it! Do not repost without my permission.

Do not read this if illegal by the laws in your state/country. But If you
like it please let me know. If you don't, keep it to yourself!

Take your dick out, get it lubed up and enjoy yourself.


Introduction:

The Mack Truck Pinnacle is a top of the line, sleeper cabin, distance
hauler that can sleep 5 adults in its California King bed. The extra
amenities included are tall oak cabinets, plenty of closets, a mini
refrigerator and flat screen television set with video and audio
players. The dash layout is equipped with controls and switches that are
strategically placed for driver effectiveness, comfort and ease of use. The
smaller, more comfortable, steering column can be placed almost in any
position to fit the driver's needs. The accelerator, brake pedals and
clutch are placed above the floor and mounted; this makes it easier for the
driver. Over all, the truck looks and drives like a luxury automobile.

Carlos made the purchase of this amazing vehicle just before the start of
the summer, a mere 3 months ago. It was the most expensive purchase that
he'd ever made in his entire 40 years of life but it was a necessary buy,
in his opinion, as an independent long distance truck driver. One month
after picking up the truck, signing the papers and getting on the road for
his first run from Miami to New York, he picked up his twin 17 year old
sons for a season of male bonding. It was a true scorcher of a summer, with
average temperatures in the southern United States reaching the high 90's
with severe humidity.

He'd painstakingly stocked the cab with lots of ice, bottles of water, beer
and food for him and the boys as well as rubber sheets for the large bed,
lube, poppers, cock rings, ball weights/stretchers and all the porn he
could get his hands on. After his first sexual experience with Frankie and
Johnny last Thanksgiving, he knew just how piggy the seeds of his ample
loins were and he was more than up for the challenge of keeping up with a
pair of young bucks that were hung and full of cum. Carlos wanted to make
this first long haul trip one to all of them would remember for the rest of
their lives.

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"Oh fuck, you stink boy, and that's say something coming from me! Damn I
guess you don't you ever wash your nasty shithole? From the way your ass
smells and is funking up my truck, you aren't on a first name basis with
soap or water. But don't worry boy, I love the look of your skanky brown
eye and rank smell of your butt. It stinks like pure boy shit." Carlos kept
one eye on the slow moving traffic and another on the winking pink rectum
slowly sucking his fat finger.

Chapter 1

The traffic outside of Raleigh, North Carolina was backed-up more than
Carlos had ever seen during his 10 years on this route. He and the other
larger trucks were re-routed off of I-95 and onto some of the smaller
arteries like 40. This was going to add a few hours onto their trip time,
and take him and the boys out of the way and into some tiny towns and
highways that he wasn't used to but inside of his new truck, everything was
good.

The temperature outside was almost to the boiling point and a heat advisory
had been issued for the entire East Coast area. The weathermen were making
bad jokes about how it wasn't fit for man or beast to be outside for long
periods of time, and to make sure to stay hydrated if you must be out for
long. They took a particular perverse pleasure in warning about the dangers
to the sick, young and elderly with more than a hint of sarcasm and a dash
of indifference.

It was just into his second hour of being in heavy traffic that he looked
up and saw the half naked hitcher by the side of the highway. Trucks and
some cars were bumper to bumper and either moving very slowly or not at
all, but no one felt the need to assist the desperate young man as he stood
with his thumb in the air and sign propped against his large green duffle
bag.  NEW YORK OR BUST, the cardboard sign read.

"Hey kid, you need a lift?" Carlos almost bellowed out the lowered
passenger side window. The sheer height of the truck and bend in the two
lane road kept the hunky Latino driver totally obscured from the sight of
the young hitchhiker, while also giving an ample view of him and his large
green bag. The hitchhiker was clad in a pair of tight torn jean shorts that
just barely covered his muscular brown thighs and full round ass. When he
turned around nothing was left to the imagination as his huge bulge jetted
obscenely in the direction of anyone with eyes. This was a kid with a
sizable member and fat ass; what else could one need in the perfect porn
scenario of a hitchhiker?

A pair of dirty blue Converse, high top, sneakers graced his bare size 9
feet, but besides that, he was essentially naked.  Small, but a wiry type
guy, about 5'7" and weighing in at a tight 160lbs, with a crop of luscious
black chest hair that was deceptive on one so young, this man-child walked
with a great deal of confident shyness, that was both confusing and
enduring to the father of two. He wondered if the product of his own
massive loins gave off the same hints of subtle masculinity or did they
reek of dirty butt fucking faggotry. To him, naturally, they'd always be
his little boys, from cradle to grave the true loves of his life, but the
manly truck driver understood the need of all men to at least give off the
air of butchness...especially if he loved taking raw dick up his ass.

Deeply and completely marinated in perspiration's salty brine from the high
heat, the attractive young man cautiously approached the now wide open
door, but tightly closed window, contemplating his limited options, before
finally throwing in his weighty duffle bag and quickly joining it as cars
behind began to honk at his hesitation. His home-made sign was swiftly
abandoned to the highway in the process as the only evidence of his
presence on the long blistering road. The hitchhiker had been invisible to
most drivers and passers-by for the last few days, leaving him abandoned
and exposed to the elements, without benefit of food, water or a much
needed good hot long shower.  Now, after getting into the truck with a
total stranger, all evidence of his existence was potentially wiped from
the face of the road. Effectively, he could've totally disappeared from the
planet earth without notice.

"Thanks a lot for stopping Mister. You're the first person to slow down for
me in days. You don't know just how much this means to me." Stammering
through his well rehearsed appreciation speech with a cavernous voice that
was dry and raspy from the soaring summer heat and lack of water. The young
man's tenor also cracked with a southern accent that dripped like creamy
cock honey from his tongue. This kid sounded like he had never been north
of Alabama, if ever even out of some small hick town.

 The bag he carried, almost as large as the owner, separated the men as
they both wondered what they had gotten into, as they hoped for the best
and silently prayed for a positive outcome to this new
relationship. Hitching is not just dangerous for the one needing a lift,
but also for the reckless or lonely person that picks him up because truly
no good deed goes unpunished.

The first few seconds of their meeting were sketchy for both men, to say
the least. Carlos hadn't ever picked up a hitcher before but took pity on
the young man who looked around the age of his own horny twin boys. He knew
that if they were out on the road, for whatever reason, he'd want some nice
guy to help them out. And with all honesty, the young man was truly easy on
the eye and the barely there outfit helped Carlos' long neglected big
swinging uncut dick cast the deciding vote to give this kid a chance.

Once he was settled in the sizable cab, the hitchhiker had a chance to take
in his new surroundings but not his savior. Tired and very hungry, he was
just barely able to marshal enough energy to switch the bag onto his lap
but it still obscured his view of the driver except for small slices of his
rugged face and close cropped hair. Almost forgetting his manners as he
pondered his good fortune, the young man took in a deep breath of the
raunchy cabin air. It smelled like a combination of a boys' gym locker room
and his grandfather's outhouse, but in all the best ways. Obviously, the
driver was not the most hygienic of men, with an odor that was musky and
intense but also causing the young hitchers dick to bounce in anticipation
of something more.

For most of his short life, the young drifter had developed a true love and
appreciation for the human body and the wonderful tastes, aromas and
especially fluids males produced. Like most boys, he learned about sex and
what turned him on by practicing on the only organs he had constant access
too; his own. Beginning with the basics of masturbation and jerking his
teenaged cock raw at least twice a day, it was not long before he
gravitated towards more exotic means to lose his load including: tying
ropes and rubber bands around the base of his cock, until it was a bloated
appendage almost incapable of spewing sperm from his full ball sac;
torturing his dime sized nipples; tugging and abusing his pre maturely
hairy gonads and; exploring the tastes and smells of his acrid piss and
sweet cum loads; and...of course, finding as many hard things to shove up
his tight hungry hole that he could find. Nothing solid or phallic shaped
was safe from taking a dirty ride up his fuck trench.  From his own
fingers, carrots and other vegetables and even a broom handle or two, the
young man quickly understood he was a perverted faggot with an acquired
taste for the far fringes of sex. But that was just the way he liked
it. Because the next step set him on the path to becoming a professional
scent pig.

Many hours were spent sniffing his own stinky arm pits and lovingly rubbing
the sensitive area around his gaping pink anus after taking a dirty, smelly
brown shit. Never one to "wipe to white" even on the best of days, it
wasn't long before the horned up piglet began to keep his slimy butthole as
natural as possible, and this included never letting water or toilet paper
touch his most private and intimate cavity.

He was also very fond of the heady stench of his own sweaty cum filled
balls and stinky uncut dick. The older he got, the more his individual
scent began to mature and evolve into a unique spice made up of teenaged
hormones, sweat, dick cheese, cum and pungent piss. At one point the aromas
rising from his frame were so intoxicating that he began a personal love
affair with his own form that kept him locked in his bedroom for most of
the summer, giving himself long hours of homo-erotic pleasure as he grossly
stroked his over ripe spongy cock and fingered his tender rank butthole as
each retreat caused a river of shit and sulfuric farts to race after his
digits, leaving the teen covered in his own excrement as a he finally
allowed himself to give in to the wonderfully pungent spices emanating from
his butthole, and let loose with rope after rope of sticky boy seed, before
falling asleep drenched in his own filth and semen.

After discovering the magnificent aromas left inside of his underwear after
wearing them for days and sometimes weeks, without washing, it wasn't long
that this became his new fetish.  His tiny, one windowed, bedroom was soon
filled with piles of soiled dirty draws caked with thick chocolate skid
marks, ripe torn jock straps soaked in nut juice, morning piss and crusty
dried cum. His t-shirts were deeply bathed in his personal perfume after he
decided to stop using deodorant or soap. Sox and funky sneakers circled the
underside of the bed and provided yet another level of aromatic erection
enhancement along with the thread bare material of the cotton underwear
that once road his adolescent form long beyond the point of needing to be
washed, or even thrown away.

Nothing was off limits, as he explored and man handled his hefty junk,
huffed on his lucky jock, with a defined precision that most will never
achieve or be able to appreciate. But it was always the smells of other men
that got him going the most.

 Ever since puberty it was nothing to find him sporting a man sized woody,
dripping in pre cum, at the slightest breeze across his cock or even a
simple stray thought about one of the hunky guys on his team or performing
the average task of walking down the street.  Most in his small town became
quickly accustomed to seeing him in some state of semi, or even full,
erection. In time, this became a new form of normal for him and the few
other boys that were just as daring or stupid to not be ashamed of having a
dick or smelling like a man. These were the benefits of being male that
he'd never give up.  It was due to this new found intimacy with his own
body that led him to set out on his own, and discover a world of other men
that lived for the raunchy flavors of other men's' bodies.  He knew, or at
least prayed, that he was not the only one.

Throughout the cab, the heady scent of unwashed MAN was more than evident,
along with the tell-tell aromas of musty balls and someone's incredibly
dirty butthole. It took all of 30 seconds for the young man's nerves to
relax as a perfume, well known to him, rose into his large nostrils. Coming
from a long line of men that were neither very religious nor circumcised,
the hitchhiker was intimately familiar with the rank smell of over ripened
smegma. His own father, brothers, uncles and cousins were well known around
their small town for their distinct familial aroma. Something within their
gene pool provided them with a unique dick stink and foul smelling but
fantastically tasting head cheese that was an aphrodisiac to homos near and
far. He, himself was most likely the greatest maker and connoisseur of the
funky bacteria, and was smuggling at least a few weeks worth underneath his
own thick dick hood. Not one for regular bathing or pulling back his thick,
dark, dick skin when taking a wicked piss, the young man was proud of the
masculine scent he exuded but lamented not having many playmates to share
his stink with.  It would seem that with the trucker, he had finally found
a kindred spirit.  His excitement quickly began to show in his jean shorts.

As thirsty and malnourished as he was, the young man was just as horny. The
natural smells emanating from the male form was his favorite Spanish Fly,
and the long haul trucker had filled his compartment with some of the
strongest and most pure, this youngest son of 5 boys, and baseball player
had ever the pleasure to huff. Before he knew it, there was a slow but
steady rise of his 9 incher, as his chest began to heave with blind lust
for the driver, based on his stink alone.  Luckily his bag hid his rising
cock even as it caused a shooting pain to attack his crunched nuts.

"I'm, ugh, Cooper." He said matter of factly in a flat tone, even as the
shock of the cab's intense odor got him more and more sexually aroused. He
didn't know when the last time he was able to drop a load of sticky teen
cum but he'd always heard rumors about horny truckers picking up hot guys
and fucking them bareback in some dirty stall of a rest stop men's
room. Cooper wanted so badly to be one of those lucky fucked boys. Raw sex
was the choice he had made for himself and only wanted to get drilled by
guys that understood the strong connection two males could make when there
were no latex barriers between them.  Maybe, just maybe, the driver could
give him a hand, mouth or asshole, of release.

"I'm Carlos, and it looks like we're going to the same place. I can take
you all the way in." The truck driver retorted as he jabbed his hairy paw
around the large bag toward the teenager, while keeping his eyes on the
slow moving traffic. Still in awe at his incredible luck, Cooper shook the
older man's hand as he thanked him again, but still hid shyly behind his
bag. The air in the cabin was thick and just as humid as the air
outside. It was mildly cooler but not by much. He wondered why someone
driving such an obviously expensive truck wouldn't turn on the A.C. or at
least crack a damn window, but beggars can't be choosy. This was still
miles better than standing in the heat, as the sun baked his muscular form.

As night had turned to day, over and over again since being dropped there
by a female driver that could no longer stomach Cooper's personal BO. brew,
the hitcher continuously stripped out of his heavier clothes to the least
amount allowable by law, to withstand the high temperatures. On that
fateful day, the 105 degree temperature was beyond his ability to cope and
the young man soon enough found himself nearly naked, unwashed and
definitely stranded. Normally he didn't mind being naked, a nudist at
heart, and not showering was a norm for him, but he was nervous about being
arrested or dragged off by the KLAN. But now, in the safety of Carlos'
truck, he finally began to relax.

"You know, you don't have to carry that big ass bag in your lap all the way
to New York. It's alright if you want to put it in the overhead." Carlos
said from the wrinkled corner of his mouth. Cooper did want, and twisted
his small frame around in the leather bucket seat until he was able to lift
his luggage over his head and place it in the glossy wooden
compartment. Surprisingly, the storage space was more than large enough to
accommodate the bag that he'd been struggling with for the last few weeks,
with great effort. As he stood, facing the back of the cab, he peered slyly
through the slightly opened black-out curtains separating the sleeper
compartment from the driver, and spied two sleeping Latino teens, about his
age, buck ass naked and locked in a 69 position. At first he was just
checking out the back to make sure there weren't any chopped up bodies of
boys or even grown ass-men that the driver had picked up before him, but
this view was even more shocking while also providing him the necessary
insight into the trucker's mind and intentions that he was searching for.
A sigh of relief radiated throughout his body as fast as the completion of
the erection of his dirty uncut dick.

Mesmerized and cradling a big ass splitting boner that could break
concrete, Cooper's eyes were fixed on the most beautiful sight in the
world; two hot guys engaged in raunchy homosexual sex. This was a true
fantasy come true for Cooper. Even though he'd sucked off his own brothers'
larger than average cocks, and eaten his fare share of rank dick cheese, it
was never truly a mutual event. He was used as a cum dump when their girl
friends refused to fuck them because they were on their period, but nothing
more. No one had ever even attempted to touch his needy dripping cock, much
less suck it to completion. The idea that another male would want to take
his throbbing, almost purple headed member into his salivating mouth and
give him the same oral pleasure he was receiving inside of Cooper's own pie
hole, was something he could only dream of, even as he became more and more
fascinated with the same scene playing out in front of his eyes.

Each boy, somehow still sleeping soundly, had the other's sizable
semi-erect brown dick in his nursing mouth as he dozed in silent slumber,
sucking cock like a satisfied baby with a pacifier. One of the guys somehow
was even snoring as the fullness of the others' dick filled his throat and
blocked his air passage. At first Cooper thought it was his imagination, or
maybe they just looked eerily similar, before realizing that the teen boys
were actually identical twins. And all at once, he wondered what type of
wild situation he'd just gotten himself into.

Even though they were lovingly curled together, hairy strong legs and arms
wrapped around each other tightly, Cooper could still tell just how
handsome each was, along with fat uncut cocks, bushy jet black thickets of
pubic hair, full mounds of musty nut sacs and cute small feet and toes,
just made for sucking. He could also tell that they must have been around
his own size, just to be able to manage that position.

From the odd angle, Cooper could only make out the gaping, probably just
fucked butthole of the twin facing him. It was succulently moist and
puckered pink with a river of thick dirty sperm obscenely leaking from his
hairy rectum and down his muscular thigh before pooling grotesquely on the
sheets below him. Circling the entrance to his abused sphincter was a thick
coating of brown, that could only be the remnants of the shit his identical
twin brother fucked out of his pretty little hole before dropping a lovely
load of sperm in its place.

This twin was seemingly blessed with a wrecked asshole, and a shiny red
rosebud, that literally breathed, as pungent cum farts silently escaped
from his lower intestines, and punctuated the thick air.  Cooper wished he
could dive in, tongue first, and felch out that exquisite ditch and savor
the rich flavors of his brother's seed. Cooper had read on the internet
that the only thing better than eating out your own jizz load from an
asshole you just fucked was to be the clean up man gorging on sloppy
seconds after someone else released his sperm up that ass; and if it was
more than one dude, all the better!

His perverted adolescent mind began to wonder, if maybe it was a load
dropped by their father, the driver kind enough to pick up his own nasty
desperate ass.  Lastly, there was a possibility it was a jizz drop from the
last hitchhiker their dad picked up? If that was the case, maybe the young
hitcher had a chance getting deep inside one, if not both, of those boy's
dirty assholes and fucking them like they owed him money...a hell of a lot
of money. This was all a fantasy in his mind, as Cooper had only been
fucked, quickly and roughly, by the horny male members of his family. And
they never, ever let him get near their holes except to clean them out with
his tongue. So effectively he still considered himself a virgin.

The heavily soiled, formally white, crinkled sheets under their firm brown
butts were soaked with crusting boy cum, streaked with fudgy shit and slick
lube, but also what obviously looked and smelled like piss.  A pungent wall
of acrid urine stink rose up Cooper's nose as he huffed as much of the
raunchy smells trapped in the small room as he could without making that
old man type snorting noise. A longer look told Cooper that both young men
were still soaked in piss, as the yellow sheen of bladder brew glistened
along their torsos and legs. On the other twin, a long stream of thick
dingy cum dangled from his nut sac, just inches away from the others'
sucking mouth, and a thick veil of shit was mashed into his 3 inch deep
pubes. Spit, cum and feces were splattered liberally across both of their
mouths along with looks of silent satisfaction.  So, Cooper had evidence
about the twins being into heavy raunch, piss and shit fucking, among other
things. He had much in common with the sleeping boys.

The tang of pure ball bleach and musky shit was now very heavy in his nose
as he realized that he'd been standing, staring at the sleeping teens for a
noticeable period of time, but he wanted so badly just to curl up besides
the duo and take a much needed nap, and then they could all wake up
refreshed and ready to dirty fuck each others' teen buttholes. Cooper knew
that he had a butt load worth of smelly shit laying in wait inside his
rectum, just ready for a thick dick to fuck it out. He was truly full and
wanted to ride either one of those dongs. They were quite impressive, even
while semi erect; he couldn't wait to experience them at full states of
arousal.

The weighty load he was hauling in his bowels was calling hard because
there was nowhere by the side of the road to privately take the much needed
dump he was carrying, so his guts were bursting with fecal matter and a
need to fart. This was a sharp contrast to his bladder situation. At night,
his thirst was so intense that he'd no choice but to drink his own urine,
while hidden by the darkness and blocked by his duffle bag. Cooper was a
regular drinker of his own urine, and others, after being enticed by the
ultra concentrated funk of his eldest brother's morning piss, just after
his 13th birthday. Not sure if it had something to do with puberty or his
love of all things a hard dick secreted, Cooper let his need for urine
flourish. Commonly using his hand to scoop up every salt filled drop of his
own piss as he stood over a toilet or urinal, out on the road, this became
a useful replacement for a cup, but he couldn't take a crap in his
hand...well not by the side of a busy road.

The intelligent part of his brain told Cooper to turn around and act like
he hadn't seen the marvelous site that was being forever burned inside of
his mind but the slutty more dominant part, wouldn't let him turn away. It
took all of his might not to jump in and strip off his clothes, no matter
how few they were. At least the mystery of where that sexy funk was coming
from was solved, but to tell the truth, this was just a little too good to
be true. Cooper pinched himself just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, or
actually dead in a ditch by the side of the road.

The stench in the cabin was growing stronger with manscent as the
slumbering teens continued to fart and belch in their sleep. Cooper hoped
to find out just how dirty their teen slimy buttholes were through a
thorough taste and sniff test, but fearing he was taking too long and might
be caught staring, he closed the overhead compartment with a guilty look on
his face and a stiff dick in his short pants. Thankfully, he was wearing
his lucky ripe jock strap to control a raging erection dripping in pre cum
and ball sweat, but even that was not enough to hide the obvious bulge of
youthful cock he was sporting. To make matters worse, down the crack of his
hairy teen ass ran a river of sweat that was most likely increasing the
scent and hopefully flavor of his own butthole. Without a pair of full
draws covering his ass, Cooper had a wet spot covering his bottom. He
wondered if Carlos had noticed, or even cared.  Their brief exchange didn't
lend much information about whether the driver would want a round up his
dirty shithole as payment for the long trip. He knew the sons were butt
fuckers, but that only said the father was, at least, tolerant of their
faggot activities, not that he was a participant. Incest was something
Cooper was more than familiar with, having been fucked by just about every
male member of his family under 45, but most people frown upon these types
of family game nights.

Cooper nervously turned around to re-find his seat next to the hunky truck
driver.  Without his bag over stuffed with all of his worldly possessions
blocking his view of Carlos, he couldn't help but notice the bottom half of
the driver as he looked down to shore up his footing.  Shockingly, Carlos
was wearing only a dirty white tight wife beater and black biker boots with
nothing else covering his more than sizable private parts. Because of his
time perving out on the twin boys, and the fact that his bag covered his
view of Carlos from the very beginning, he wasn't sure if the driver was in
that state of undress from the start, or if he did it as Cooper put his bag
in the overhead. Either way, this was a not so subtle message about his
sexual proclivities. Cooper didn't mind, actually would love, servicing
Carlos and his boys the entire way up the east coast. A strong itch in his
butt told him that soon enough something big was going to come out, just as
much as he wanted something bigger to go in.


Chapter 2

The large bear of a man was in a suit of manfur that peaked out of the top
of his t-shirt and flowed down to his thick thighs. Amazingly he was
comfortable showing off his sizable uncut floppy dick and the thick shiny
cock ring that strangled it to a total stranger that he just picked up by
the side of the road.  But Cooper guessed that if you had a pair of raunchy
naked twins sleeping off a nasty faggot fuck fest, driving half naked was
not going to be such a big deal.

A long leather 4 button black ball stretcher gripped Carlos' hefty nuts
tightly and pulled them down over the edge of his seat until they looked
like large eggs in a rigid brown sack. His dark member was still semi hard
but much larger than anything Cooper had ever seen in real life or
porn. Mesmerized once again by a member of this family, he stared at his
host's fat dick as he sunk down into the buttery soft leather bucket seat,
groping his package along the way.

"Something wrong kid? You look like you saw a ghost." Carlos said slyly as
he shifted the truck into second gear and absent mindlessly caressed his
hairy junk. The traffic was moving along at a snail's pace but he still had
to watch the road. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the sizable
bulge in Cooper's shorts and realized that he must've seen the twins
through the curtain. Carlos didn't know what dirty and nasty shit his sons
fell asleep doing but he knew it must've gotten his new passenger aroused
and horny. The sexual antics of his boys were not new to Carlos, actually
the shows they gave him, as he tried not to drive them into a ditch, kept
his fat daddy dong hard and dripping with pre cum all day and late into the
night. It'd been days since his extra large member had gone down to a semi
hard but even longer since he had a chance to get his own nut. Normally
Carlos let his boys fuck each other senseless, while he watched, preferring
to keep them on time for the delivery. But this was a longer trip for the
trio and he had a few tricks up his sleeve. This new kid was an added
bonus.

Puddles of sweet pre cum gathered in his full lap to his joy, and later
oral enjoyment. As for offending Cooper, Carlos didn't believe it was
possible, because from the looks of his package and the lack of apparent
issue with the rank man smells, and body odor swirling around the cabin,
Copper was making himself right at home. Carlos just wondered how kinky
this kid truly was.

He also appreciate that the teen was eyeing his thick wang; if the kid had
been hitching for any length of time, he must've seen some interesting
things. Truckers are known for being kinky fuckers but driving with your
pants off is considered minor as far as deviant acts go.

Carlos, more obviously this time, scratched his hairy nuts and adjusted his
growing cock as Cooper shifted in his seat anxiously as he tried not to
focus on Carlos' funky junk. Wanting to see just how far he could go with
his new road partner, Carlos let his hand seductively grip the base of his
pungent, unwashed dick until he formed a hard fist around his 10 inch
cock. Without looking down he pulled hard on his shaft until the tight skin
covering his massive head retreated and retracted, exposing the large
glands and piss hole resting atop. No matter how much Cooper tried to look
out the window, and pretend the sexual site to his left was not happening,
he couldn't ignore the hard punch to the nose the crusty smegma assaulted
him with.  Cooper's mouth began to obscenely drool down his chin, as he
turned his head to watch Carlos slowly jerk his fat cock without taking his
eyes off the road. The traffic was picking up and he needed to give some
attention to the true task at hand; driving them safely across country.

 At this point, Carlos' mushroom like dick head was fully uncovered and
erect, as Cooper began to tweak his own sensitive nipples at the sexy site
of a grown man, as old as his father, stroking and providing his penis
pleasure. Bulbous in appearance, Carlos' knob was spongy, almost purple and
full of blood. It looked like a real ass splitter with a piss slit large
enough to stick a pinky finger down. Bubbling up from the top were pearly
balloons of pre cum that coated his dick head before slowly oozing down the
ridges of his corona until finally dripping down his steel hard shaft, and
settling safely within the nest of curly pubic hair covering his bull
balls.

Carlos' full round ball sac was literally coated with dry and fresh pre
cum, some of it looking like flakes of white dry wall, mixed with fresher
milkier gobs newly expelled from his gonads. The putrid smell was
concentrated and intense enough to travel across the seats and greet
Cooper's nose pleasantly. The horny teen was almost ready to pounce on the
older man's junk and suck it hard until gifted with the pure protein his
body was starving for. The only thing stopping him was courage...which he
was lacking at the moment.

The sight of the humpy young man was getting Carlos excited too, especially
now that his suspicions were confirmed that Cooper was a true fag. He was
much hotter in person than standing by the side of the road looking
desperate and alone. Some guys defy true description as they look like
mixtures of more than a few races and carry many of the features that one
would expect in another. As for Cooper, this meant that he was dripping in
a complexion very similar to melted milk chocolate, with a Romanesque nose
and large ears. Atop his head lay a crop of kinky/curly thick hair that
accentuated his African heritage just as much as his fat ass. His over-all
most attractive features were his large brown, almond shaped eyes. Someone
in his lineage was obviously Asian, which was repeated in the thick hairy
legs balancing a tight toned torso. Hirsute and dripping in late adolescent
sweet, Cooper looked to be around 18 with a body that was naturally lean
and toned. Beyond cute, but not old enough to be called "handsome", he was
born to walk the streets naked and showing off the thick package bound
between his legs.

A true scent pig from way back, Carlos could smell the stinky aroma of more
than a few days rising from Cooper's muscular body as the teen
unintentionally added his masculine funk to the heady scents captured
inside of the cabin. When he'd raised his arms to lift his bag into the
overhead, the musk of his hairy armpits just about assaulted Carlos in the
nose with the sweet and tangy smell of teenage sweat. It must've been a
while since he'd a shower but Carlos didn't need to wonder just how ripe
his dick and asshole must smell from the high heat and humidity. From the
moment Cooper entered his cab, he brought with him one of the most pungent
uncut dicks Carlos' had ever smelled. It was heady and almost earthy in
scent. This told him it was a combination of heredity and cultivation. This
young buck was a fucking pig, and didn't mind anyone else knowing
it. Somehow Carlos was still able to drive as he continued to enjoy the
fragrance from Cooper's crotch.

When Cooper was just about ready to return to his seat, Carlos watched to
make sure the young man didn't slip and fall onto the dashboard, and in the
process saw a growing wet patch of slick sweat along the crack of his
ass. Either he was running around the country commando or the kid was in a
jock strap. Carlos hoped it was a jock, so that when he fucked the slimy
shit out of him, he had something to stuff in Cooper's mouth to keep his
screams to a minimum. Actually, he looked more like a moaner to the
experienced butt fucker, but maybe taking a ride on Carlos' fat cock,
reaching deep within his core to scratch an itch young boys never could,
would help the teen hitchhiker hit the high notes associated with a good
ole fashioned prostate pounding.  Before they reached Washington D.C.,
Carlos was determined to drop a few of his loads up the hunky young man's
sphincter.

Chapter 3:

"I hope you don't mind me driving without my pants on, or the temperature
in here. It's just more comfortable for me on these long hauls. Anyway, you
don't have to be too nervous kid, I don't bite and I've got a pair of hell
raisers about your age in the back, sleeping off some of that teenage
energy. You know, young hung and full of cum, as they say." Not wanting to
scare his new charge or get into a fight inside of his own truck, Carlos
took it slowly, even as he openly stroked his obscenely large man meat.

"I don't mind, really. Actually, I'd love to get out of these shorts and
sneakers and air it all out, if you know what I mean. But, I haven't had a
chance to change clothes or shower since this trip began, so I feel like I
need to warn you that I'm pretty ripe, and my ass truly stinks." Cooper
knew he didn't need to wait for an answer from the driver, as he calmly
heeled off his high tops, lifted his funky feet onto the wide dashboard and
began to unbutton and remove his jean shorts. In no short order, they fell
atop his smelly sneakers, and left Cooper sitting in only his very dirty
and ripe jock strap. Deciding to keep his legs open and stretched against
the windshield, the stench from his open hole was too deep to deny but both
men continued to ignore the state of their surroundings and continued on as
if no sexual tensions existed between them. Cooper figured this was some
new game they were playing, so he just waited to see what would happen
next. He felt pretty safe with Carlos, and he was taking him the entire way
he needed to go, so he thought everything was all good.

"Go ahead and strip buck ass naked if you want. We're basically nudist, and
you don't have anything that I don't have or am not intimately familiar
with. As for your stink, I'm sure you know by now that I'm no garden of
roses over here either, but my stink isn't just from my asshole, I've got
some stinky pits, a pair of sweaty balls and a funky uncut dick over here
that could've used a bath a few states ago. You're not a real man if you
don't stink, in my opinion.  But, I gotta say, from the looks of you,
you've been on the road too long; a bit under nourished maybe?" Carlos let
his hairy right paw fall away from his needy dick to caress his stretched
ball sac. Slowly and methodically he let the full orbs circle around his
palm as he kept his left hand on the steering wheel. He knew Cooper was
eyeing his hard cock but did his best to pay no attention to his shy
passenger. If nothing, driving long distance has taught Carlos patience.

"Just to put it out there, I'm not really nervous Sir, it's just that this
is the first time I've ever gotten picked up by a truck driver...and his,
his um...sons. Mostly it's been me walking a lot and a few dirty old men
looking for blow jobs. But, yeah, it has been a rough few weeks. I could
really use some good old fashioned hospitality. And yeah, manstink is
great! I'm just about in love with my own scent, but yours is more, uh,
mature than mine, I guess. It smells pretty good to me, but yours isn't the
only stink in this truck. " Cooper stammered to find a way to bring up the
sexy sights just beyond the curtain.  His ever growing desire to see just
how much of Carlos' beautiful cock he could get down his throat or up his
twitching asshole didn't make his speech any clearer either. Erections take
a good amount of blood source from the brain, and probably from his ability
to talk.

The stench in the air, the handsome identical twins performing one of the
most taboo sexual acts known to man, and their fine ass father massaging
his sizable balls, gave Copper one of the hardest boners of his entire
young life. His loins were so tightly packed in his nut strap that he was
in a sort of pain that was beyond pleasurable. Drawing his knees up on the
dashboard, and thus exposing his tight hairy butthole, Cooper began to rub
up and down his jock, until it no longer could contain his large dick. At
the band suddenly appeared the fat head of his dark foreskin covered cock,
leaking pre cum, just like the truck driver. Within moments, it had passed
his waist and settled against his hairy abs. There wasn't the thud sound
that usually accompanied his erections but his stomach did make some rude
noises.

"Now that I get a good look at you, no, you don't seem too shy. But from
the sounds of your stomach, you might be a bit hungry." Carlos could hear
the loud grumblings of the young man's tummy as he momentarily left his
gonads to defend for themselves and rubbed the taunt stomach of his
passenger until the trembling of his empty gut began to subside.

Cooper must not have eaten in a while. Even though the first thought that
popped into his head was to feed him his needy dick and force him to
swallow his nut babies, the father in him wanted to get him a proper
meal...and then face fuck him.

"Sorry about that. I'm pretty hungry. Food is just as hard to get on the
road as a ride." Cooper opened his legs as much as possible hoping to
release some of the pressure in his midsection, but in the process let out
an even louder rumbling fart through the straps of his jock. The funky
spice of his bowels was a huge relief but very embarrassing, even
considering the circumstances. Almost blushing, he mumbled a coy apology
but didn't close his legs. Not sure if it would help, or maybe done just
from habit, Cooper began to fan the fumes of his rectum with his hand. Soon
enough the entire cabin smelled of his nasty ass blast.

"I do carry some light snacks for me and the boys, but I think you need a
good hardy meal. There's a rest stop not too far from here, and we can get
you something substantial to eat. And don't worry about that fart, it's as
natural as anything else the body produces. Go ahead, let as many out as
you need, I don't mind. Hell, it actually makes you fit in even more."
Without a hint of shame, Carlos tilted his firm butt to the left, opening
his own hairy butthole, and let out one of his own famous farts, adding
another layer of stink to the air. Before long he was laughing loudly while
huffing up the second and third blasts of foul wind Cooper released. More
and more he was beginning to like this kid, and was happy with his choice
to pick him up. Looking down at his hard dripping rod, Carlos knew it
agreed too.

"Wow, that last one was pretty rank! But, I think I have a few more up
there...along with something else that needs to come out soon. There aren't
many bathrooms by the side of the road either." Cooper looked in Carlos'
direction as he sucked on his index finger and slowly began to run it along
the wrinkled opening of his sweaty rectum. He tickled the course short
hairs around his puckered brown anus, while lightly moaning in delight at
the intense feeling of pleasure against his most private part. Soon enough,
with a short POP, his thick digit entered his hungry hole slowly and fucked
his teen pussy for a few moments; waiting for a reaction from Carlos.

Carlos was a very handsome man, with rugged good looks that were usually
reserved for fantasies and 1970's porn stars modeled after Tom of Finland
drawings. Smoldering dark, deep set eyes, and a caramel skin tone that was
common in those from South of the border, were benevolently paired with
strong arms, hairy firm legs and a barrel chest. From head to toe Carlos
was carpeted in man fur that held all of his personal scents and aromas
close to his skin. But best of all for Cooper was the full beard and
mustache Carlos sported. It made him look mature and hyper masculine with a
touch of backwoods outlander or biker. No, he didn't have a flat six pack
under his t-shirt, but rather a slight beer gut that poked out and left a
minor ridge of fat over his nasty pubes. Carlos was a bear, plain and
simple.

At this point, the burly driver was used to heavy sexual acts taking place
in the chair besides him. Just that morning, his own twins sons took turns
raw fucking each other for more than 3 hours before spunk began to flow
from his eldest's hot cock up his younger brother's stretched hole, so he
let Cooper have his fun finger fucking himself and farting at the same
time. Deeper and deeper his finger would plunge before exiting dirtier than
the last time. His open hole was so stretched and gaping that Cooper's
farts got louder, longer and funkier. He was right, a load of butt fudge
was surely lodge up there, waiting to be released, so Carlos decided to
help him out, a bit.

"That looks real good boy, you fucking your nasty hole with your
fingers. But it smells even better. Why don't you give me a little sniff of
your stinky butt." Carlos turned his head in the young man's direction and
allowed him to place his soiled finger under his mustached nose. Cooper
took the opportunity to slowly entice his savior with his personal musk but
also use the large amount of facial hair as a flavor savor. With a finger
literally dripping in funky shit, the young man wiped the residue under the
older man's nose and left a trail of his bowel waste along his stach and
lips.

"How's that for a start? You like the smell of my dirty teen butthole? I
know it's really ripe and disgusting, but is it rank enough for you Sir? I
really want you to be happy with my stink." Cooper went back to digging
deep within his open trench, trying to pull out a mound of steaming shit to
share with his kind host. The sheer size of Carlos' dick as he sniffed his
adolescent butt funk told him that he enjoyed his personal BO but for some
reason he felt a need to truly satisfy his savior and share with him all
that his body produced.

"Fuck, that's a sweet hole you got there baby. Nothing smells better than
ripe teen shitters. And that was a nice touch smearing it around my
moustache. Why don't you strip off that funky jock and let me get a whiff
of that while you continue to dig inside your rectum. Give a yell when you
hit shit." Carlos took deep breaths of the musky perfume of dirty shithole
trapped inside his facial hair. Fuck, the smell was so intense he returned
to jacking his own dick. Every once in a while he would stick out his
tongue to sample the tiny particles of excrement lodged against his
lips. It was a deep earthy flavor but not enough to get a true experience
of Cooper's shit. Maybe he would have to bite the bullet and just pull over
and let the boy sit on his face if he wanted a proper taste.

Slowly but with some haste Cooper stripped out of his favorite jockstrap
and passed it to the truck driver. Now truly naked, erect and dripping pre
cum in copious amounts, he began to work over his stink hole like a fucking
fiend. From one finger to two, then three and finally all four of his
fingers found their place within his ripe butthole. Over and over again he
farted out more of his nasty gas to make room for another digit, until
finally, only shit slid down his rectal cavity and coated each one of his
fingers. The smell of his intestines was sharp and obvious to anyone that
had ever smelled shit before. And that definitely included Carlos. Scat
play was not a normal sex act for most people, or gay men even, but he and
his boys loved getting deep inside of the male body and fucking and
feasting on its most taboo waste products. Eating a man's shit was like
taking in a part of his soul and experiencing all of his secretes and
shames. At his young age, Cooper didn't have many but he did have a load of
stinking shit that needed to get out and hopefully enjoyed.

Carlos greedily took the used ball strap into his hand and felt the heat
and wetness of it in his palm. At one point, it must have been white, but
as he held it, the colour was closer to dark grey and black at the straps
were they met the young man's butthole. That was where Carlos began. He
turned the strap to the midsection and began sniffing this most special
spot. Damn, it was musky, like his own, but with a sweetness that only
youth brings. The thread bare pouch was soaking wet with sweat, pre cum and
what smelled like at least a few loads of cum and piss. This kid truly knew
how to season a jock. Carlos huffed the entire nasty fabric before using it
to catch his own strings of slippery pre cum and wiping up his ball
sweat. Now their masculine scents had co-mingled and were trapped together
in mesh.

Carlos then reached out with his left hand and let his index finger find
its way inside of Cooper's slimy shitter. Even with his own 4 fingers
already deeply lodged inside his hot rectum, Carlos was able to fit his
inside comfortable. This just told him that this kid will be able to take
his dick without a problem, or lube for that matter. Further and further
his finger pushed until he reached the long knotty knob of shit trapped
midway down his chute. Nothing was going to stop that nasty log from making
its great escape, so Carlos decided to help it along and have some fun for
himself along the way. But first, he wanted a true taste of Cooper's
asshole.

"Oh fuck, you stink boy, and that's say something coming from me! Damn I
guess you don't you ever wash your nasty shithole? From the way your ass
smells and is funking up my truck, you aren't on a first name basis with
soap or water. But don't worry boy, I love the look of your skanky brown
eye and rank smell of your butt. It stinks like pure boy shit." Carlos kept
one eye on the slow moving traffic and another on the winking pink rectum
slowly sucking his fat finger.

Yup...to be continued.