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Hungry Valley (mm)
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HUNGRY VALLEY
We finally got Bryan to take his 4x4 off road. A bunch of the guys
went up to Hungry Valley for some 4-wheeling, dirt biking, and
camping. After twisting Bryan's arm, he decided to join us. So as
the sun set in L.A., Bryan followed me in his red Toyota 4x4 up
interstate 5 to Hungry Valley. We were to meet four other guys there.
Carlos and Mike were going up in Mike's Ford 250 with Carlos ATV, and
Dan and Mark were taking Dan's truck and two dirt bikes. We had our
favorite camping spot all picked out far from the other truckers and
dirt bikers up there. I pulled into the entrance of Hungry Valley,
stopped my truck (the Extendr) and locked the hubs. Bryan had those
sissy automatic hubs so he didn't have to get his hands dirty -- yet!
We drove about 5 miles to the camp site and I purposely spun up as
much dust as I could to dirty that pretty red virgin traveling behind
me.
The other four guys were already there standing around the fire with
beer in their hands. Bryan and I parked out trucks forming a wagon-
train circle around the file. I got out, said "Hi" to the guys, and
unloaded the gear from my truck. I didn't want to haul all that stuff
around tomorrow and I didn't want to have to set up camp after I had a
few beers. Bryan did likewise, then I took him over to introduce him
to the guys.
Carlos was a tall Latin stud with 9 uncut inches who was always
horney. When I introduced him to Bryan, they staired into each others
eyes and I knew what would happen before the end of the weekend.
Bryan was 28, 5'10, body-by-god, and a beard that made him look like a
MAN -- a young man whose ass needed taming, but a MAN. Carlos had
driven up with his buddy Mike, early 30's, moustache, dark hair, and
kept Carlos...drained you might say. Dan and Mark were dirt bike
buddies for years. Dan was the typical tall dumb blond cowboy type -
Dan-the-dick-of-death I use to call him. Mark was the swimmer type.
He was a scuba diver by profession so even at 35, he had the typical
swimmers body only more mature.
Brian decided to
give a demonstration of the new winch he just installed on his truck,
had a few more beers...boy were we getting loaded. Even Bryan was
feeling no pain! From somewhere came a couple of joints and we all
let out the stress of a weeks work. Carlos and Mike rolled over a log
so we could sit by the fire, Standing was becoming difficult. We all
sat there drinking like we were the sole supporter of Budwiser.
Finally Mark staggered to his feet, turned 180 degrees facing the back
of the log, whipped out his dick and started to piss. He was too
loaded to even make it to the bushes. The power-of-suggestion then
hit Mike who also rose to take a leak, but instead of turning right,
he staggered left into the steam of used beer coming from Mark. At
first Mike looked stunned, then he smiled and positioned himself so
that the full stream of Mark's piss was drenching his jeans. Then
Mike pulled out his piss-hard dick and reciprocated on Mark. The two
hot men stood there soaking each other in the other's piss. The rest
of us just watched with growing hardons as those two put on a show.
Carlos had positioned himself on the log next to Bryan. He staired at
Bryan's basket as it got hard from watching Mike and Mark. Carlos'
hand dropped to Bryan's cock, but Bryan did not resist. He also
wanted to see what was in the hot Latin's pants.
"So you're new to 4-wheelin? ", Carlos said to Bryan, "well I've got a
lot I can teach you."
"When do we start?" asked Bryan trying to be innocent.
"Right now. Guy, get your tow strap."
I grinned since I knew what Carlos had in mind. Bryan just looked
puzzled and said "What for?"
I went to my truck and got out my 36,000lb tow strap used many times
to pull or be pulled out of the mud pits. Bryan and Carlos staggered
to their feet.
"Let me show you some boy scout knots which you will need to know",
said Carlos with sinister humor. He motioned Bryan to get into the
bed of my truck and to put his hands on the top of the roll bar.
Bryan was too drunk and curious to think about what was going to
happen, so he just blindly obeyed. Before Bryan could even question
what was going on, his hands were tied to the top of the roll bar.
Then Carlos pulled Bryans legs back and spread them so that he could
fasten his legs to the bottom of the kicker bar. Bryan was bent over,
tied at four corners, his ass stretching his jeans tight. Carlos ran
his hand over Bryans ass. "Nice, very nice." said Carlos. He then
pulled out his knife and cut the back seam on Bryan's jeans and peeled
them down to his knees. Bryan's cock was standing at attention and
Carlos' cock was begging to be released from his jeans. He rubbed
Bryan's ass and fondled his hole. Then Carlos pulled out his nine-
incher and flopped it on Bryan's ass teasing his begging hole.
Carlos grabbed Bryans balls and started pulling on them while Bryan
started resisting. "Oh, you don't like that? Well, let's try this
then". Carlos was wearing a truckers wallet. It had a chain
connected to a leather ring on his belt. The wallet was heavy with
paper and coins. He unsnapped it from his belt and connected the
leather ring around Bryan's balls. The weight of the wallet pulled
down on Bryan making him moan, but knowing he was in no position to
argue. Carlos started the wallet swinging with one hand and stroking
his 9-incher with the other.
Dan and I watched as our own cocks hardened. Dan went over to the
dirt bikes, grabbed a can of axle grease, and handed it to Carlos.
Carlos put some on his cock, then stuffed a greasy finger up Bryan's
hole. "No, no, not th..." Bryan started to protest, but before he
could get the word out of his mouth, Carlos shoved his manstick full
length up Bryan's unprotected hole. From the look on Bryan's face,
you could tell that big dong had found it's mark and was more than a
little painful. Carlos then pulled his uncut meat almost all the way
out giving Bryan a moment of relief only to be followed by a full
thrust again. Carlos pumped that ass with the full length of his
cock. Slowly at first, then faster until he was pounding Bryan's ass.
Carlos' balls banged against Bryan and the wallet was set in motion
again pulling on his balls. Faster and harder he pounded, driving his
meat deeper with each stroke. Finally he let his dick come all the
way out and shot a hot load on Bryan's back. The cum rolling back
down into the crack of his freshly reamed hole.
By this time, the four of us were standing around stroking our meats
as we watched Bryan get his initial introduction to off roading.
Carlos jumped off the truck leaving Bryan tied there, ass still in the
air, begging for more. Then Dick-of-death-Dan hopped up on to the
truck and positioned himself where Carlos had just vacated. His
reputation came from 10 inches which many could not even handle.
Bryan moaned as Dan reamed his hole even wider than Carlos. Dan
pumped, the wallet pulled, and Bryan moaned.
One by one, we each had Bryan's ass that night. Each of us had cum
except Bryan. Finally Carlos climbed back up into the truck and
untied Bryan. He slowly rose to his feet, a little stunned, but with
a slight grin on his face. His cock was still hard and he wished that
HE could finally "get off".
"Lesson 2", spoke Carlos, "You need to really FEEL your truck. Get
in. Passenger side, FACING the seat". Bryan looked worried. FACING
the seat? What did Carlos have in mind? Carlos got in the drivers
seat and reached over to Bryan, pushing on his shoulder, and forcing
his well fucked ass on the ball of the stick shift. "This is called
POWER SHIFTING." Carlos started the engine. The vibration traveled
up the gear shift and massaged the steal ball wedged up Bryan's ass.
Carlos put the clutch in, gave it some gas, and the truck was in
motion. Bryan could not believe what was happening. It was kinky,
but he was getting off on it. He had used a vibrator before, but
never a $15,000 one! Carlos pushed in the clutch and ordered
"Second". Bryan shifted his weight causing the gear shift to shift
into second gear. The engine revved, the vibration increased, the
thought of what was happening made his cock about to shoot without
even touching it. Carlos pushed in the clutch again and ordered
"Third." Bryan shifted his weight causing the truck to go into third
gear. Just then, his cock exploded shooting white juice all over
Carlos' wallet still hanging from Bryan's balls. Carlos stopped the
truck and let Bryan sit back in the passenger seat. Then he drove
back to the camp. "You'll get he HANG of it, Bryan".
Drunk, stoned, and satisfied, we all crashed out for the night.
The next morning, we were woken by the sun breaking over the hills.
Mike decided to borrow Dan's dirt bike so he and Mark could watch the
sun rise from on top of the distant hill. Carlos and Bryan went off
in Bryan's truck so Carlos could give Bryan some more "lessons".
Dan and I have been having this ongoing competition about who was the
better driver, who could take the roughest trails, the steepest hills
etc. So Dan got into his gray Toyota 4x4 pickup and I got into the
EXTENDR and we decided to have a little contest. With similar
vehicles, it was a competition of mans nerves and skill, not
horsepower. We had our CB radio's tuned in so we could have an
ongoing conversation while we drove. We drove up east Freeman canyon,
down the roads marked with black squares meaning they were the most
difficult trails. I followed without a problem. Then it was my turn
and I decided to fix him good. I picked Backbone Trail -- it was so
steep and narrow that it had a sign saying "No 4x4's". He followed
without a problem also. Then over the CB radio he gave me the
challenge.
"If you can pick a trail that I can't handle, you can have my ass.
But if I can pick one that you can't handle, then I get YOUR ass --
and none of this it's-too-big bullshit."
"Fair enough.", I acknowledged. We traveled over Quail Pass, up some
hills which would have rolled the truck for sure if I wasn't parallel
to the fall line. Finally we idled at the bottom of a really steep
hill. Trucks parallel facing the hill. We looked at each other thru
the window reaffirming the challenge.
"Your ass or mine", he said. We started up the hill. It was easy at
the bottom, but as we got half way up, it got pretty steep. I shifted
into low range. All four wheels were spinning and dirt was flying off
the front wheels past the window. We were "neck and neck". Then I
thought about that huge piece of meat between that man's legs. I
wanted his dick more than I wanted his ass, so I let up on the gas and
allowed him to inch ahead of me.
"What's the matter? Too steep for you? You know what that means!",
he said.
"Ok, you win", I said thinking that actually I was going to be the
winner. We slowly rolled backwards down from the hill back to level
ground.
"Head for those trees over there and let me have my trophy" he
announced over the CB. If anyone was monitoring that channel, I
wondered what they could be thinking we were talking about. I pulled
under the trees and tuned off the engine. Then I got out of my truck,
took a hit of water from the canteen, and passed it to him.
He dropped the tailgate to his truck, took a step back, unbuttoned his
jeans, and pulled out huge hunk of meat that was just beginning to get
hard.
"Lube it up good with your mouth", he ordered. I got on my knees and
started to put my mouth around that 10 inch monster. I could hardly
get the head into my mouth much less the whole cock. Without much
effort, his cock got as long and hard as the handle on a hammer only
thicker. Then he pulled me off the ground by the shoulders and threw
me over the tailgate of his truck. He spit in his hand and applied
the spit to my dry tight ass. That was all the lube I was to get to
take this cock that so may other guys just couldn't take.
I felt the head of his cock at my ass. It was like someone trying to
shove an apple up my ass. With his cock at my ass but not in it, he
pulled my head back by the hair and said "Who's got more balls?"
"I do", I said teasing him.
"Oh yea?", and he shoved the head and four inches up my ass. The pain
was beyond pleasure, and yet I loved it. He pulled his dick out
giving me a moment of rest.
"Who does?", he asked again.
"I do", I said again. This time he shoved six inches up my screaming
hole. I moaned with pleasure/pain.
"Who does?"
"You do."
"You bet your sweet ass, and that's exactly what I'm going to take.",
he said as he started pumping. Slowly at first, then faster and
deeper. Finally I could feel his body hit my ass and I knew that I
had taken the entire 10 inches. He reamed my ass for what seemed like
eternity. I prided myself in being able to take that huge dong --
bigger than most guys could take. My ass was being split wide open by
the pounding of that dick-of-death. My ass was dry, that dick was
huge, and I was sure I must have been bleeding from the shear size of
it by now.
"Enough, sir, please, I can't take it any more." I begged.
"I thought we agreed you wouldn't make me stop. OK, I'll let your ass
have a rest -- until next time. But your ass is going to service my
cock until you can climb steeper hills or prove to be a harder driver
than I am."
"OK, you win", knowing that really, I win!
He pulled his dick out of my ass and only stroked it a couple of times
before he shot his load over my back. If I had just hung in there a
little longer... I pulled up my pants, he put his cock back into his
jeans, patted me on the ass, and we headed back to camp.
Mark and Mike had finished their ride and were heading back to the
camp for a beer. As they approached the camp, it was vacant as they
had expected. Dan and I were out in our trucks, Bryan and Carlos were
out in his, so there was just Mike's truck and a third bike in the
camp. Third bike? They only brought two and they were riding them.
As they got closer, Mike noticed his truck door was open and two legs
sticking out. The noise from their bikes warned the trespasser who
quickly got out of the truck and back on his bike. It was some kid in
a motorcross uniform obviously trying to steal the CB radio out of
Mike's truck.
The kid took off down the road and Mike and Mark took off after him.
As they raced away from the camp, they passed Bryan and Carlos who
were also returning. Mark waved to Bryan to follow them. The dirt
bikes were much faster and quickly lost the truck. Carlos then
radioed to Dan and I to intercept the three bikes on Gold Hill road on
the way up Alamo Mountain. We cut across a meadow and reached Gold
Hill road just as the bikes were passing. The kid tried to dodge us
by taking some bike trails parallel to the road. He hit a log,
however, dumped his bike, and took off on foot. Mike and Mark
followed on their bikes until the trail ended, then they laid their
bikes down and headed on foot after the kid. Mike was only a few feet
behind the kid, so he took a leap and tackled the kid to the ground.
Mark was right behind him and helped Mike hold him down. Dan and I
arrived and Mark explained what the kid had done. We hog tied the kid
and hauled him and his bike back to our camp.
The thief was a good looking kid in his mid twenties and the tight
motorcross uniform made him look really hot. We tied him to a tree
while we decided what to do next. Once he was fucking with MY truck, I
think I should decide what to do with him", said Mike. Then Mike went
over to his truck, started the engine, and drove to within 10 feet in
front of the hostage. "I've been wanting to try out this winch, and
I'm going to teach this punk a lesson." He got out of the truck,
released the clutch on the winch, and unwound about 10 feet of cable.
He then took the hook on the end of the cable and attached it to the
front of the expensive motorcross uniform pants.
"What are you perverts going to do?" the kid protested.
Mike just smiled and started the winch. The motor turned, winding the
cable back in, and ripping the uniform off the punk's body as easily
as peeling the skin from a banana. The kid looked real worried now.
He was tied to the tree, naked from the waist down, and his dick
starting to get hard. He didn't dare make any more "pervert" comments
since he knew we were serious. Mike was not done yet. He pulled out
a metal cock ring and fitted it on his captive. Then he pulled out
some more cable and attached the hook of the cable on to the cockring.
The kid panicked. "No, no, I'm sorry. Just let me go. I'll do
anything. Come on, guys, I didn't mean anything by it..." Mike's
threat was sufficient. "I think we're going to need a sex slave
tonight, guys, and he's it!". Mike untied the kid from the tree, but
left his hands tied. He pushed the kid over to the truck intending
him to sit on the bumper. The kid landed on the ball of the trailer
hitch which easily went up the kids ass and attached him to the truck.
Mike then whipped out his dick and started pissing in the kids face.
The kid tried to avoid the yellow steam, but couldn't get away from
it. When the last drops of piss were drained from his dick, Mike
shoved his cock into the kid's mouth. "Suck on this, punk, and if I
feel your teeth, this winch will make your cock 3 feet long!" The kid
sucked eagerly. Anything to avoid the alternative. The kid wasn't a
bad cocksucker either. He must have had some prior experience. "Now
suck all of my friends.", Mike commanded. One by one we each face
fucked the kid, letting him clean the sweat and dust from our cocks
after a long day of riding and driving.
"We're going to need your tow strap again, Guy". They hoisted the kid
on to the bed of my truck and attached him to the roll bar where
Bryan had been the night before. The kid knew what was coming and
tears started coming to his eyes, but he dared not say a thing. With
the kid's uniform ripped off, his ass was an easy target. Mike
grabbed the axle grease and put some on his cock, but he left the
kid's ass dry. Mike then rammed his cock up the kids ass mercilessly
raping the hole. The kid started to cry, but said nothing. Mike's
rythm increased until he erupted and shot a warm load up the kids
hole. Mike jumped off the truck and Mark took over next. We spent
the whole evening taking turns with the punk thief's ass.
Finally, when none of us could cum any more, Mike untied the kid.
"You've got 30 seconds to get out of our sight or you'll be here all
day tomorrow also." The kid was too sore to move quickly, but he
climbed off the truck, got on his bike, and drove away. As he rode
away, he was standing on the foot pegs since his bar ass was too sore
to sit down on the seat -- not to mention an ass full of cum! We all
wondered how he would explain to his friends where he had been all day
and why he didn't have any pants on!
Sunday morning I was awaken by some moaning and heavy breathing. I
checked my watch and it was 4:30. I rolled over to find Carlos
pounding the hell out Bryan's ass again.
"Don't you guys ever sleep?", I complained.
Since I was awake anyway, I decided to start a fire, make some coffee,
and watch the sun rise. The other guys woke up from the smell of the
coffee and we started breaking camp by 7am. Instead of heading back
to L.A., we agreed to make a side trip to Little Rock Reservoir to
give Bryan one more lesson.
Little Rock Reservoir was almost dry except for a small deep area of
water near the base of the damn. We drove down to the edge of the
water. The water was only an inch or so deep there and the lake bed
was still somewhat firm. As each truck drove thru, however, the dirty
water turned to muddy water, then the muddy water turned to mud, and
the mud turned to thick slop which coated the trucks. As each truck
churned up the mud, it got deeper and thicker. The trick to the mud
pits, which we didn't tell Bryan, was to stay out of the muddy ruts
from the truck in front and to keep your wheels on the firmer
unchurned mud. Bryan's bright red truck was still only a little dusty
when he first arrived at the reservoir, but after three or four trips
thru the mud, there was hardly a red spot left to be seen. The game
was to see who could keep from getting stuck! Since Bryan was driving
in the sloppy ruts from the truck ahead of him, by the third pass he
was high centered with all four wheels just spinning mud against the
truck without moving.
Bryan was stuck in the mud pits real good! He stepped out of his
truck to survey the situation and immediately sank knee deep in the
muck. We all stopped on firmer ground looking at Bryan stranded in
the middle of the mud pit and applauded. It was bad enough that his
truck was dirty, but now HE was even dirty. I backed the Extendr as
close as I could to him without getting my wheels into the mud, hooked
the tow strap on to the hook on my bumper and waded out thru the mud
to hook the other end to Bryan's truck. He was all pissed off,
shouting and cursing about dragging him out on this trip and getting
his beautiful red truck dirty, that had never seen dirt before this
weekend. He picked up a handful of mud and threw it at me. Then I
picked up some and threw it at him. Within moments we were both
wrestling in the muck, covered head to toe in mud, and having a great
time. Then the other guys came out to break us up, and pretty soon,
all 6 of us were wading in knee deep mud like some grade school kids.
Hands were everywhere groping, wrestling, and experiencing the
sensation of the crude we avoided as adults.
Our roudiness caught the attention of some straight 4-wheelers who
stopped to watch a good fight or see if we were ever going to be able
to get Bryan's truck out of the mud. There were some real hunky
straight dudes there. Shirtless guys catching a few rays between
demonstrations of their machoness with their trucks.
We called a truce so we could get Bryan's truck out of the mud pit.
Then Carlos grabbed Bryan from behind, dragged him over to the deep
water, and threw him in, cloths and all, to wash the mud off. Soon we
were all diving in to rinse off the mud and cool off after that hot
time.
"Well, Bryan, you finally EARNED your wheels this weekend. We can't
rib you about your pretty red truck anymore.", said Carlos.
Bryan just stood their smiling and said "When's the next trip?"
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