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[Gruntraq] JB Truck Service Part 8


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And erotic tale continued from JB Truck Service 7

The next day after my foray with trucker Chet in the back of his semi truck I was going about my duties at the shop, licking up the my regular servings of man seed left behind in the employee restroom. I had become pretty addicted to the rush of hitting the can 2-3 times a day to find that Ted, James and someone else had been making my job cleaning up freshly squeezed cum secure. I was really starting to feel like a little whore. My mom had told me about women to stay away from, women who fucked around with different guys every night. Stay away, she “Sleep with dogs, and you will catch fleas”, she would say. If she only knew her boy was turning into a filthy little slut that sucked cocks and fucked with men almost every day at 18.

Damn I was horny. I had sucked the rough ex-con Jonny’s cock dry again this morning in his private corner of the basement oil change pit. Later in the afternoon I caught a glimpse of the haggard derelict smoking a cigarette behind the shop and went over to join him. I usually only smoked when I was partying, but wanted to be in his orbit for a few minutes. He gave me a sneering eye when I went up to him and bummed a smoke. “It’ll cost ya rookie”, he said with a sneer as he passed my his box of Camels. I lit up trying not to cough and look like an idiot. We just stood there for a couple minutes not saying anything, exchanging a look or two when he just came out and said. “You want to come to my place and party after work. I live just around the corner from here.”

I looked the greasy, rough ex-con daddy over for a moment and felt a tinge of nervous taboo come over me but replied, “Sure”. He smiled and threw his cigarette on the ground, stamping it flat with his boot. “Meet me out here after work”, he said gruffly and walked off. He was rough and scary with that kind of twitch that makes you wonder if he is going to kill you or rob you. It made me that much more horny knowing I was gonna get raunchy with him. And though not a woman, still the kind of person mom told me never to trust.

Closing time came and I got all my rounds done. I cleaned up another mess of warm wet juice in the employee restroom left behind just for me. Damn, I hardly needed to eat lunch anymore. I looked out back in the parking lot and saw greasy Jonny leaning against his truck and having a smoke. When I stepped out, he looked at me like a piece of meat and said, “You ready to go rookie?” I nodded and smiled back. “Follow me,” he said as he got into his ‘74 Chevy pickup and rumbled it to life. With a cloud of blue smoke he backed out and I followed him out the gate in my car.

trailer.jpgWe went about a quarter mile down the road before he turned into an ratty old trailer park that sat between a shit-hole hooker motel on one side and an abandoned warehouse on the other. It was one of those small trailer parks that had been there from the 1940’s and 1950’s and hadn’t changed since then. It was densely packed with old faded metal trailers that looked like old cars in a junkyard. A jungle-like overgrowth of trees, shrubs, old appliances, and clotheslines filled the narrow gaps between the old mobile homes. The sight of a pregnant woman with a dirty baby hanging off her arm, shooing a couple of rat kids from the road as we drove through made the picture complete.

He finally pulled into a narrow drive between two trailers, giving me just enough room to park behind. We got out and I followed him up to the faded metal door of his abode. The aluminum shack was about the size of a camp trailer, about 8’x30’ and looked like it was made to match a ’57 Chevy Belair. The glitz and glamour of the 1950’s was long faded though. Duct tape and cardboard covered a couple of the windows and a tattered blue tarp strung from the side made a hasty shade cover at the front door.

He used a key to open a padlock and lifted it from a rusty metal bracket that was screwed to the door jamb. Twisting the knob and opening the door, he led me in. I looked around I took in the strong stench of a 50 year old trailer with rotting wood, the smell of cigarette and pot smoke, and a tinge of male musk. It was a rank shit hole. Dirty clothes, beer bottles, cigarette boxes, and various stacks of clutter littered the tight interior. Worst of all it was hot as fuck inside, having been locked up all day in the summer sun. As I stood taking all this in, Jonny made a quick round of cranking open some windows and setting a box fan up against one of them to help cool us off.

“Come on back rookie”, he grunted. He motioned my to follow him down the narrow hall to the back bedroom. The filthy pig sty of a room was just large enough for a double bed. It was stacked with piles clutter and dirty clothes just giving room to crawl onto the unmade nest of dirty bedding. The sheets were white at one time but browned and yellowed with man stench. They had probably not been cleaned in a very long time.

trailer1.jpgSomewhat turned on by the filth, I found a spot and pushed some pillows and clothes aside to have a seat, continuing to look around at where this rough daddy ex-con called home. “I got to take a leak”, he said and disappeared to the small bathroom. I could hear his piss hitting the water in the toilet as he let his cock drain. He then came out of the bathroom and rattled around in the kitchen area. He returned with a couple beers from the fridge and sat down next to me on the bed. “Have a beer,” he said handing me one. “Thanks”, I said as I cracked it open and took a swig. He then reached over and rubbed my thigh and grappled my package over my pants and said, “You like to get high rookie?”

"Sure”, I replied as Jonny leaned over pulling a small box from the cabinet facing us and pulled a pipe. Packing a bowl and sparking it up, he took a deep long hit off it and handed it off to me. We spent the next couple of minutes smoking our heads off. As we passed the pipe and forth, he was rubbing his hardening cock through his blue coveralls. By the time we smoked down the mean green, I was completely blazed.

He then stood up and said, “Take your clothes off and relax rookie”. He began pulling off his boots and then unzipping his one piece coveralls. I followed suit and got undressed, piling my shoes and clothes on a clear spot in the corner. He was ripe and grungy from a long day’s work in the pit, his hands and arms greasy and smelling of used diesel oil. The brute odor of his dirty tatted body filled the room, adding a new layer to the already pungent sweat saturated bed sheets and dirty clothes. “Get up on your hands and knees rookie. Let me see that little ass”, he said.

Feeling the nervous onset that I was gonna get used by the rough daddy, I crawled up on all fours and pushed my ass out toward him. “Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck that little faggot ass of yours good!” he grunted. Handing me a bottle of poppers he asked, “You want some Rush?”. I took the bottle and took a quick draw on it which just sent me into blaze orbit being stoned sideways already. I then grabbed a couple of the dingy pillows and wrapped my arms around them. They were ripe with his filthy smell and only turned me on more. "If mom could see me now", I though to myself. I felt his grubby hands on my butt cheeks squeezing and pulling them apart. “Oh yeah rookie, you got a sweet little cunt”, he grunted just before I felt the rough prickly hair of his mustache and face stubble in my nest and his warm wet tongue pressing into my hole.

I clenched my gate in surprise as he began licking and sucking my hairy shitter. His rough bushy facial hair rubbed my tender skin like steel wool as he licked and slurped, grunting and digging. “Ohhhh, ohh that's good”, I murmured. He continued burying his tongue deep into my now itching hole. His rough hand reached under and began stroking my hanging cock while he turned my nest into a butter tart.

My breaths had become shallow and fast as he had me going, my head spinning in the buzz of Humboldt green and poppers. Could it get any better? I was soon to find out. He finally stopped and took a moment to grab a couple of things. I stayed still hunkered down on my knees with my ass in the air and my face buried in his dirty pillows. When he got back on the bed, he reached around and stuffed a pair of stained up dirty briefs in my face, “Here little pig take a whiff of that while I butt fuck ya, you like that rookie”, he said with a sneering tone. “There’s even some good tire tracks on those if you’re into that”, he laughed.

I then felt his rough fingers tabbing at my wet tender hole with a thick dab of Vasoline. “Hope you like good ‘ol fashioned greasing rookie”. He plugged and thrusted me a few times with the thick jelly and then I felt the weight of his body climbing onto the bed behind me. “I been thinking about buttfuckin you ever since I saw you the first day rookie”, he said as I felt his hands saddling up on my hips. “Your buddy Ted don’t come round here no more since he shacked up with James. He thinks his ass is too good for old Jonny these days”.

He grunted and moaned briefly as his hands guided his dirty device up to my buttery fuck hole. I took a deep breath as he sunk his hard and hairy tool into me in one deft move. My hole stretched open so easily after is long wet tongue massage. “Uuhhhh, yeah rookie that is feels good. You ready for a good fuckin?” I grabbed the soiled underwear he gave me and buried my face into it, sniffing in the strong odor of crotch sweat, piss, and scum. “Go for it stud!” I replied as I wrapped my arms tighter around the pile of pillows below me. "Oh like to give Jonny orders huh?" he laughed. My cock throbbed as the stench from the dirty underwear filled my nose.

He grabbed my hips tightly and began bitch fucking me hard and fast. He was not the largest cock I had been fucked with, but his fuck was deep and rough, making me gasp for breath and wince in pain. “Uuuhoh, easy man”, I mustered as I struggled to deal. “Son't be whining at me faggot!”, he grunted and started fucking even harder, slapping my ass so hard it was stinging, my greasy hole getting hot to the touch. “Yeah little faggot, you got a nice little ass!”, he grunted as he fucked me raw.

trailerfuck.jpgIn the middle of clenching my jaw and shutting my eyes as his cock began loosing its slippery lube, I looked up briefly to see the curtains over the open window swaying to his body slamming motions. “Uhh Uhhh Uhhh.” he grunted as he gave my back a stinging swat with his palm. “Ahhh, Uuu Uuuu, Uhhh, you a good little faggot bitch!” His violent fucking and backslapping continued for what seemed like forever. Sweat was dripping from my hair as he continued his assault on my chute. I was about to ask him if we was going to cum soon or put more Vaseline on his dick. He as getting me off but it was starting to burn. I finally could not take it anymore and said, “Dude I need more lube. It hurts”

“Damn right it hurts faggot,” he grunted angrily. “You’re getting fucked in the ass faggot! You are gonna remember Jonny in the morning” He gave me another slap on the back, but finally pulled out and spit on his dick a couple of times and started back in. It was a welcome sloppiness of wet spit as his fuck stick continued shredding my shitter. He was getting tired and slowing a bit and finally started bucking like he was going to come. “Oohh, ohm yeah1”, he grunted deep and loud. I then felt warm sensation and his friction turn to a glide. He then stuck me hard some more, planting his ex-con daddy juice deep into my hole. He then pulled out and jacked off another couple of splurts out onto my asshole and smeared it around with the head of his dick.

As my face remained buried in the dirty underwear and pillows I felt his hands spreading my butt cheeks apart. “Look at that nice faggot pussy all covered with cum. Damn you’re a nice little faggot”, he grunted. His hands still grasping my cheeks tightly I felt his tongue and rough facial hair once again in my nest. Like a hungry pig he licked up my cum drenched stink hole, sucking up the grime and gunk that had been smeared all over, “Hmmm, your fuck pie is so sweet”, he said as he continued to suck and slurp his fuck juice from my burning nest. I was feeling the high of getting used like a bitch. Little did I know it was not over.

Suddenly a knock at the door broke the bliss and we awoke to reality. He jumped up and ran naked down the hall to the door, rubbing his mouth off with his greasy tattooed forearm. Laying there naked in the pile of filth, my asshole stretched and sloppy, I heard the door open and muted voices. The trailer rocked with the weight of another entering and the door closed. I heard Jonny talking to another man in excited but muted tones. Then I heard both of them walking back to the bedroom.

To Be Continued620619944028412509-6283855568581366810?l=gruntraq.blogspot.com

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