South Georgia Cruising

Author: ropeguy
Title: South Georgia Cruising
Date: 07 September 2006

I rolled the windows down. Speeding down the interstate in south Georgia on a hot summer's night, shirtless and in tight jeans and boots always makes my dick hard. I'm broad-shouldered, with a muscled chest and hairy pecs. I like going shirtless while driving my pick-up or Harley.

Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, I loosen the buttons on my 501s and, in the dark evening, pull my cock and balls out. Not many cars on the highway that late at night... The cool wind flows in thru the open window. I catch the glow of headlights in my rear view mirror. I kept stroking my dick in the dark, and licked the precum off my fingers. I couldn't stop stroking my dick after a long day on the work site up in Atlanta, digging trenchesa and laying pipes with some hard and rough lookin men in the crew. As the lights behind me approached, I reached over for my tee-shirt to cover my hard-on-- the full 8 inches rested hard against my washboard abdomen, the precum dripping into the trail of hair that lead down to my sweaty, musky groin. I dropped the tee-shirt onto the floor well in front of the passenger seat. I hurriedly tried to reach over the center console to grab the covering off the floor, and while holding the wheel with one hand and bracing my left boot against the door sill, my jeans slid down to expose the upper half of my ass cheeks as my sweaty torso slid over the console in my reach for the shirt. Dick hard as a rock, butt nearly level with my window, I realized a large vehicle had already pulled up alongside.

I managed to grab the shirt off the floor and push myself back into the seat, but my 8-incher, and hairy lowhangers flopped outward on my slide back into the seat, caught in the light of the passing vehicle. My hairy chest, dick and balls had been on full display. Maybe the trucker hadn't noticed. Then his cab light flashed on and off a couple of times. But he sped on. And then he slowed down.

At first I thought maybe he'd try to get my tag number and report me to the state police.. Then, as I approached his slowing truck, I saw an orangeish glow in his side view mirror. He was lighting up a smoke. I relaxed a bit and sped on by. Just as I came alongside him in the passing lane, I snuck a glance up through my open sunroof. He was a fucking hot man-- bearded, rough looking, with a left bicep bulging and tattoed. The sleeve of the tight white tee he was wearing was stretched over the muscle cap on his shoulder, barely reaching over to his thick bicep and tricep. The 2-3 second glance I got was long enough to see him pull the cigar away from his face and mouth something like, "You fuckin fag!" I got hard immediately, and stepped on the gas and tried to get the hell out of there.

About 15 miles down the road, I was coming up to a rest area-- my usual stop on this route home. But tonight, the rest area had been closed, so I drove on to the next exit, a road that lead out into the lonely Georgia night. I'd take a piss in the woods just off the highway ramp. I drove up the ramp and hung a right. Looking around for a good place to stop and run into the trees, I buttoned up my jeans. I pulled over onto the shoulder. Not a house or gas station in sight-- just some dilapidated billboards down off the road, long lost to the kudzu and and pines. I'll piss down by the first billboard-- dark enough I thought, but close enough for a quick jump back into the car.

I ran down the grassy slope, my workboots and jeans snagged by burrs, my chest and back tickled by some branches. I came around behind the billboard and began unbuttoning my 501s-- now tight with the night humidity, sweat accumulating in the crotch. I heard a truck up on the road, but kept pissing. I had held it too long to stop. Then I swallowed hard. Fuck. The truck was idling close by.

I heard a thud, maybe a door closing. A long shadow was cast under the bright moon, the shadow dancing down under the old billboard I was standing behind. I had company. Dense shrubbery and an abandoned, rusted pickup blocked a quick exit out around the other side of the billboard. And then bursting thru the tall weeds I see a hulk of a man, his face hifdden in shadow. He stood about 6'4". A tight white tee shirt caught the moonlight,and the man's massive chest was clearly defined by the shadow and light. As he walked into a clearer view, I knew I was in trouble. He did not offer any words, He stood there, menacing -- humiliating me and scaring the shit out of me using only silence.

"Drop your fuckin jeans, asshole!" You wanna jack off for an audience? I saw you playin with your dick back there on the highway! Well, now's your chance fuckhole!"

I stammered, moved to the side to maybe run around him. He only moved forward toward me, blocking my move and sliding his heavy belt out of its loops. "Now, faggot!" I'm gonna teach you a lesson!" With that, he took his steel-toed boot and kicked my legs out from under me. He grabbed the back of my jeans and yanked them down to my ankles, and before I could right myself, he brought that leather belt down across my ass. As I opened my mouth to yelp, he shoved four fingers-- most of a fist-- right into my mouth, and with the other hand, he took a handful of my right pec muscle and pulled me up onto my feet. He smiled, but not in a good way. He maintained a hard grip on my chest muscle, painfully pulling out the pec from under my armpit. I looked him right in the eye and then tried to headbutt him. But he pulled away and threw me to the ground, knocking the wind out of me.

He was smiling at a man to his left who I hadn't noticed show up, who must have come around the back of the billboard when the trucker knocked me to the ground. This second guy must have been in the truck cab with him. He was all of 6', heavy beard and shaved head, maybe 45-50 years old, wearing a wifebeater and tight tan carrhardts. In another time and another place, he was a daddy you'd want to suck day and night. He carried a small knapsack.

They glanced at each other. The second guy tossed the knapsack over to the trucker. It fell to the ground right in front of me. As I pushed myself up, I saw some of the contents in the opening of the bag. My dick sprang to life, and with my jeans still down around my ankles, my rock hard dick was on full display. The second man came around behind me and put me in a chokehold, The trucker dropped to his knees in front of me and fastened some leather straps around my dick and balls. Then he reached up and grasped my nipples, tugging and pinching hard. I felt my head spinning from the chokehold. The trucker released my sore nipples, gathered up something from the ground-- and began pushing it into my mouth-- a gag-- but an open one-- it was a large ring gag! And while I was working my jaw to ease the pressure and keep my feet planted on the ground, a hand placed a cloth over my nose and mouth.

Dark. Still dark. My shoulders ached. My mouth was dry. I couldn't move my arms or legs. Then, as my head cleared, and the pain became more noticeable, I realized I was hanging upsdide down there in the woods-- upside down from the frame of the old billboard I had hideden behind to take a piss. My dick was rigid and painful from the tight leather strap wrapped aound its base and my balls. My head was about 3 feet off the ground, my hands tethered behind my back. I could use my ab muscles to pull my torso and head upward, and saw that my ankles were spread far apart and attached to ropes tied to the billboard cross frame.

A saliva stream trickled from the corners of my mouth down towards my eyes and scalp. The ring gag kept me from forming words, but I still moaned loudly. "Fuck that, man! Keep the boy quiet!" And with that the trucker came into view right before my face, his dick and balls right at mouth level, and his hard thick dick slid thru the ring gag. He pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I choked and spit, but his now slick dick was firmly up to its hilt in my moth and throat. I fought the leather cords wrapped around my wrists, twisted and bucked to pull my face away from his musky crotch, but he wrapped his thick arms around my waist and continued to pump in and out. Then I felt his friend's hands running up and down my thighs and calves. "Fuckin hot man. we got ourselves a fine one tonight." I'm pretty sure it was his friend who inserted a long fingerr into my asshole. My legs were tied tight and spread apart-- there was no fighting the forced intrusion. he spit into my ass crack and continued to work his finger into my ass-- then 2 and three fingers. While the trucker's friend was opening up my ass, the trucker pulled his immense cock out of my moth and pissed on my face, some of the yellow liquid flowed into my stretched jaws. I gagged. The I felt the sting of his heavt leather belt again, this time striking my upper chest. he belted my chest several times and then took a long inhale of his cigar, leaned over and blew the smoke into my mouth. He then plugged my mouth again with is slick cock. His friend had now gotten most of his fist into my sphincter muscle, and plowed downward hard, forcing the full fist into my tight anus. Then the trucker bucked slightly away from my mouth and leaned into my groin. pulling my rigid dick into his mouth. He chewed and and tongued me hard, Between slurps of my saliva and his prec-cum I made some howling noises.

The I heard the trucker whisper to his companion, "Get the whip out of the sleeper." ...