Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2018 23:09:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: futzman@yahoo.com
Subject: Lorry Drivers

This is my first story. I am a great fan of Nifty and hope that some of you
will support this great organisation which needs our donations.


I thumbed a lift from these two lorry drivers. Both were burly and in their
late thirties. Strong lads with bodies like rugby players, muscular and
heavy, but with a fair bit of fat. They both had massively thick thighs and
big beefy asses. And they both had a bit of a belly.

They were quite talkative.They said they didn't like giving lifts to women
because you never knew what it might lead to, but didn't mind giving a lift
to the occasional bloke."Sometimes we have more fun if we pick up the right
bloke," the one who was driving said with a wink and a friendly smile.

As we drove along the highway they chatted about different stuff, sports
mainly. At first they tried me on Formula 1 and soccer, but pretty soon
they'd shifted over to rugby.They named a few of their favorite players -
big hefty fellas, League players, all of them, guys with huge powerful legs
and meaty asses. By the look of these two, either could have played for a
team, and when I mentioned it, they told me that they both belonged to an
amateur side that met at odd weekends."It's fucking great," said the one
driving, "passing the ball to one another, getting your head down in that
scrum, all muddy and sweaty with your mates. Then the showers, and all
getting into that hot steaming bath water together, soaping each other
down. Lovely stuff.""Yeah, till one of them farts in the water," said the
other one, and we all laughed.

With that, the big guy to the left of me cut a huge fart himself.

"Fucking hell, Pete," said the one driving, "you're gonna stink the fucking
cabin out? We're not on our own, mate."

"Sorry, Steve," said Pete, "it just came out."

Pete leaned back a bit in his seat and sighed. He reached into pocket and
took out a packet of cigarettes. He lit one up and then offered me one. His
powerful thigh seemed to be pressing up against mine.

He farted again.

"Christ, Pete," said Steve, breaking into a laugh, and waving his hand in
front of his nose. "Give over."

"Sorry, mate," said Pete."You don't normally complain, and besides, I've
got a feeling our friend here might be enjoying it."

Again his thick strong muscular thigh pressed up against mine. I could feel
the heat of his leg through my Levis and I was getting hard.I wasn't sure
if I had heard right. I didn't know how to react.

"Think so?" said Steve, half looking at me and grinning. And with that
Steve cut a huge loud fart himself.

As the smell got stronger, Pete's leg pushed even harder against mine.

"Like it, mate? Turns you on a bit when me and my mate start farting?"

"Sort of..." was my reply. I wanted to say "yes, but......"

"There's a lay-by about a half a mile further up," Pete butted in." We can
pull in up there, Steve."

I now had a raging hard on.

We got to the lay-by. Steve turned off the engine and turned to his mate
Pete and me."This'll do," he said. "We can have some fun here."

We climbed into the back of the lorry. There, behind some crates, was a
large mattress. Steve and Pete started taking their clothes off.

Steve was stocky. He had short curly hair and looked as if he'd done a fair
bit of bodybuilding at some time. His strong beefy legs were like tree
trunks and he had a huge full rounded butt with a deep sweaty crack - a
real man's butt.He stripped right down but kept his singlet on. It looked
stained and a bit greasy.

Pete's muscles may not have been as defined as Steve's, but he was hairier
and heavier. More like a power lifter. He had a shaved head, massive arms
and thighs, and once again a really big ass - glutes like melons.They both
stood over me now, their legs wide apart, glowering down on me naked, lying
there looking up at them.

"What do you think, Steve? Is he really going to get into it?"

I felt Steve's hands hold down my ankles as Pete altered his stance, ready
to bring his full smelly ass down over my nose and face.Parp. I heard him
cut the first fart as his bum came down towards me, and then, much stronger
and louder, a full he-man fart exploded above my nostrils. The smell was
appalling, but something inside me now wanted it. I even tried to raise my
head towards his ass crack as if begging for more.

"He likes it. Go on, wipe yer ass on him," I heard Steve say in his thick
London accent."Then let me have a go".

Pete wiped his crack up and down over my face, chuckling loudly, and then
brought himself up to his full height. He looked down at me with
satisfaction. My cock was standing at a full ninety degrees.Steve was
crouching down next to me as Pete stood up. He put his hand up under his
own ass, farted into it loudly, and then brought his fingers up to my
nose. I breathed in his stink. This was pig heaven.

"Dirty fucker," he murmured, and, as he did so, Pete began leaning over me
again, trying to put his big fingers into my ass.Steve swung his leg across
me, so that he now straddled me, with his huge glutes in my face.

"Give 'im one, Ste," I heard Pete say, and Steve pushed back to give me
another loud and juicy fart right above my nose, while Pete continued to
play with my ass hole, stroking the crease and then pushing his fingers
back in, teasing it, as he might have done with a woman's fanny.Steve's bum
was in my face. I began to lick and suck greedily, enjoying the ripe shitty
taste of his sweaty ass crack.

"Go on, clean it out, mate," he urged. "I've been sweating in that driver's
seat all morning."Leaning forward slightly to take a firm hold of my balls,
he yanked them forward with one hand, while his fingers joined Pete's in
working away at my man cunt.

Parp, parp. Two more farts came out of Steve's shitty ass, right into my
mouth this time, and I heard the two of them chuckle once more.

"We've hit the jackpot this time," I heard one of them say. "Fucking hell,
look at that cock. The dirty little fuck's enjoying it, Steve. Go on, try
and push one out on him. I bit he'd fucking take it"

Another big shitty blast hit my face as Steve ground his huge glutes up and
down my face, forcing my nose up into his deep greasy crack.

"Yeah, that's it, Steve, make the fucker breathe your stink. You can tell
he's gagging for it. He's going to smell like your ass for a whole fucking
month."

Suddenly I was yanked up on to my feet again and held firmly from
behind. Steve had got one of his big arms gripping me round the waist while
his other hand came up between my legs, grabbing my balls and giving them a
firm tug. Pete was now standing in front of me, his face contorted into a
leer, and grunting as he wiped his fingers up and down his ass crack and
then forced them into my mouth.

"Yeah," he was saying, "taste my stink, fucker. Eat that fucking man shit
you little fuck." He spat, bringing his face right up to mine and hollered
"you like the taste of my fucking shit?"

Steve was now pushing up against my ass hole with his huge stiff cock,
talking dirty and opening me up as Pete carried on smearing my mouth.

"The little fucker's full, Pete," he commented. "He's got an ass full of
shit." And with that his cock slid up into my ass hole.

Now I could smell my own shit. Steve's fuck hose was stabbing away at it
while Pete thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, and then fed me his shit,
calling me a dirty whore. I was fucking getting it at both ends.

Steve's big lorry driver's cock pumped away at me till suddenly he pulled
out, and I was pushed back down on to the ground again. The two of them
were towering over me, standing legs wide apart, displaying their huge
beefy asses and their heavy hairy balls. They were wanking their massive
cocks and both still farting, threatening to shit all all over me unless I
came.And then Steve came down on me again, forcing my face back into his
big shitty ass. I could hold back no longer,and, as he let out one last
almighty fart, I shot my load. Steve's body stiffened and I heard him
bellow as his spunk spurted out all over my belly. As I lay there helpless
and pinned down under him, I heard Pete farting still and then a roar, as
he shot his wad out over the two of us.

Then, laying, with the weight of Steve's body still on top of me, I felt
hot liquid raining down on my balls and seeping into my ass crack.

Pete had decided to round it all off with a piss.


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