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Subject: story: "HUNGRY VALLEY" (m/m, gay)
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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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