Step outside for a some fresh air.

You start to move for the door but the tattooed stud laughs, and says, "You might want to put on some pants, dude." You blink, realizing you're naked and there's spunk on your face, and awkwardly put on your pants and shoes again, tucking your rock hard dick down one pant leg.

Outside, the air is cool on your chest and you feel a little better. Inside, you can hear the bear fucking the slim blond, and it makes you all the hornier. Before you really have time to think about it, you're walking down the small path beside the bathrooms, deeper into the woods behind it, taking deep breaths, hoping to calm down a bit.

Your head is clearing a little, but the deep breaths do nothing for your dick, which just seems to get harder the more time that passes. You stop near a tree and lean on it, crazy horny.

"Hey."

The voice startles you. A man is standing on the trail where you came from, in jeans and a white muscle shirt that has seen better days. He's stocky, with a beer gut, and a couple of day's worth of beard growing on his chin in a patch of brown and gray. He's wearing a faded baseball cap, with the logo of a transportation company on it. He's obviously a trucker.

You shift, embarrassed and blushing at having been caught shirtless and spattered with a man's cum in the wild.

The trucker looks at you, a slow glance up and down your whole body. You shiver. "You lookin' for more?"

You blink, unsure what the trucker means, face burning. Your dick throbs in your pants, and you shiver again. You're so fucking horny!

The trucker looks at you, and spits into the bushes. "You want to chew more dick, boy?"