Beg him to fuck you - you have to get off.

"Please fuck me," you nearly growl the words, and the trucker looks at you, one eyebrow rising.

"You're high, boy."

"I know," you writhe in the seat. "I know! But they slipped me something, and I'm so fucking turned on..."

He reaches across and rubs his rough hand across your chest. He takes one nipple between his fingers and pinches, hard.

"Yes!" you gasp, arching your back into his hand, and gasping.

"Fuck boy." The trucker grins. "You are destined for trouble."

He makes another turn, his hand twisting and tugging at your nipple between turns, and you practically twist out of your seatbelt. Eventually, he pulls in at a rest area for truckers, and turns off the engine. There are no other trucks around. You squirm in your seat, undoing the seatbelt and sliding out of your jeans, kicking your shoes off at the foot of the seat. Naked beside him, you lean over and kiss him. His rough moustache feels great on your lips, and his hands slide up and down your back for a moment, and then grip your ass. You moan into his mouth, your own hands tugging desperately at his red jersey.

He pushes you back, and you crouch on your seat, hard-on up against your stomach, as he strips his jersey over his head. He is the hairiest stud you've ever seen, a thick coat of dark hair covering his wide chest, gut and shoulders and covering most of his arms. He undoes his belt and shoves his jeans and underwear down past his knees, revealing thick legs just as hairy as the rest of his body, and a hard cut and veiny dick in a nest of pubic hair, and two hairy balls that hang heavy against his thighs. He reaches for your shoulders, shoving you down. You lean into his lap, eager.

You suck his cock, taking it into your mouth and rubbing your hands along his hairy legs. He lets out a breath, and says, "Fuck, boy, that's right..."

He leans back as you bob your head up and down. You hold on to his thighs and feel his cock grow harder in your mouth, and he takes your hands and moves them up his sweaty chest, where you run your fingers through his damp chest hair and find his nipples. His cock swells in your mouth, growing thick and hard, and you're soon pressing your face against the hair on his stomach and balls, his thick meat buried to the hilt in your mouth, your head moving up and down on his dick, his hand tight in your hair and guiding you.

"Yeah, that's it, faggot," he snaps. Your dick throbs when he talks to you like that. "Eat that fucking dick." You take him as far into your mouth as you can, then let him go, sucking on first one, then both of his hairy balls, your face pressed between his thighs. He slaps his cock against your forehead a few times, then grips your hair, tugging you upwards.

You gasp at him, spit and precome dripping from your open mouth.

"Into the back," he growls.

You crawl into the bunk behind the two seats, where a neatly made bed waits. You've barely crawled in when you hear him shuck his boots and jeans and come in after you. You rub your dick into the blankets, humping the mattress, and it feels so damn good.

"Uh uh," he says, and rolls you onto your back. He takes your wrists and pins them above your head in one thick hand. The scent of his armpit is strong, and you arch your back to lick at it. He shoves it into your face, letting you lick the sweaty funky patch of hairy skin, and you grind your dicks together as you lick at him. You feel him move slightly on top of you, and then there's a metallic click. You move your hands when he releases your wrists and realize that he's cuffed you to the small metal rail that makes a shelf at the head of the bunk.

For a moment, you meet his gaze, afraid, and he grins down at you. Then he slides down your body, licking at your neck and chest, his thick moustache rough and scratchy, until his comes to your nipple. Which he bites, hard.

You yelp, loud, then swallow a gasp, whimpering.

He releases. "Nobody around," the trucker says, pressing his moustache against your ear. "You make as much noise as you can, faggot - I like to hear it."

He bits it again, and his free hand twists the other nipple. You yell and moan and jerk your back on the mattress, pinned under his hairy body. Your dick, however, stays rock hard. He notices.

"That's some good shit they gave you," he laughs, reaching down and squeezing your balls until you cry out. "Damn good shit."

He plays with your nipples, torturing them until they're burning red and your voice starts to grow hoarse, and all the while, your dick stays rock hard. He slaps your balls, and tugs on your dick, grinning all the while, until you're both so sweaty the bunk reeks of musk. Eventually, he lifts your legs up tight against your chest, and crawls over you. You feel his cockhead against your sore cummy hole. He grabs the undersides of your knees, aims his cockhead at your hole, and then shoves his dick up into your ass with a single, hard thrust. You yell with it, and he grunts. With an iron grip on your legs, he pulls all the way out, then rams it back in, this time rising a little while his dick is ramming back inside you, making his cock hit and push at different angles up your ass, and making you curse and yell at the sensations of it battering inside you.

And still your cock is so fucking hard! You want to jerk off so bad - your fingers clench in the handcuffs.

"You like that, faggot?" he growls. "You like my dick in your ass?"

"Yes!" you yell. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

He's brutal with his cock, ramming you, fucking you, pulling out and sliding back in with quick and angry thrusts. You're both covered in sweat, and with one hand he reaches around your legs and slaps your face between thrusts. You whimper. He laughs, never slowing in his **** on your ass.

When the trucker finally comes, you feel his hot load burn deep in your battered hole, and he presses his hairy chest hard against your legs, seeding you as deep as he can.

He stays like that, his cock buried deep inside you, for a long moment, panting heavily. You rub yourself against him as fast as you can, hoping to come, but then he pulls out of you, and you feel his load drip out of your ass and down your ass. He rolls onto his side, and you arch your back.

"Please!" you beg.

He leans into your ear. "You really think I'm gonna let you come so soon?" His moustache scratches your ear, and his hand rubs across your chest, once again brushing your tortured nipples. You sob.

"I got you all night," the trucker says. "I'm gonna wait till I get hard again, and fuck you again at least twice, faggot," he says. You moan. He reaches down and pushes two fingers deep into your battered ass. You squeal.

"But while I wait, lets see if you can take my fist, eh faggot?"

He slides the rest of his fingers, and pushes. You scream.

You will never forget this birthday. Ever.