There is a place in my hometown where the local’s go on Saturday nights to drink and dance to country music. Sitting on the edge of town, it’s a boxy looking metal warehouse that sits off the side of a desolate highway. They call it ‘Pike Peak’ after some fish or something, and being only eighteen, it was the only place that would serve me if I went there when it was busy. I was hoping the bouncer would just wave me in without looking to closely If I just flashed him my ID, which was my cousin’s old driver’s license, and only ever passed with very little scrutiny. I was taking a risk but I knew it would be better than going home alone on a Saturday night.
When I pulled into the crowded parking lot, the place was full of big trucks and jacked up jeeps. I pulled my little black Nissan towards the back as a precaution so that the local cops couldn’t spot it and pull me over on my way home, as was a real possibility in this small town.
While still sitting in the driver’s seat, I quickly changed out of my grocery story uniform consisting of a black collared shirt and khaki pants and into my spare black shorts and a grey t-shirt. I slipped on my spare vans and put on some deodorant and tussled my hair a bit.
I stand about 5’ 10’’ with a slim athletic build and a nice round bubble butt. I’ve been told many times I look like a James Dean or a young Brad Pitt, my hair is dark brown, and I keep it cut short on the sides and long and quaffed back on top, and my face is clean shaven. I often give away the gay with my voice when I talk so it’s usually no secret which way I swing, which is what made it so much more dangerous for me to go into a rural dive like this all alone, and much too young.
When I opened the big metal door the bouncer was there to greet me with a flashlight. He extended a hand, and I fumbled with my wallet and gave him my ID. He flashed his light on it for a moment and then gave me a shit eating grin like I was obviously in the wrong place, then he moved to the side while shaking his head to let me in.
The big open room was full of neon beer lights that were surrounding an open floor. There was a bar against the back wall with several townies filling the stools laughing and making loud conversation. Hank Williams Jr was playing “Born to Boogie” and I made my way to the bar feeling a rush of adrenaline and nervousness as I got looks from several people while I shoved my way through the crowd. Dressed in their Saturday best, there were several men in cowboy hats and western shirts, and women that wore tight jeans and halter tops, some standing around and some dancing in the middle of the room.
I awkwardly made my way up to the corner of the bar and squeezed in next to a few older gentlemen in with big belt buckles and Stetson hats. Both were busy entertaining women, and they barely noticed me. I eventually got the bartenders attention and yelled as loud as I could, directing my voice with my hand “I’ll have a bud and a shot of Makers” He quickly went into the cooler and handed me a cold beer bottle then pulled up a Makers bottle from the well and poured me a healthy double and sat it in front of me and then took my twenty to make change.
As I drank my beer, I noticed the two men in baseball caps, both wearing dark T-shirts and jeans, standing off to the side of the bar to my right. They were now looking at me and smiling while talking back and forth in each other’s ears. When I got my second round one of the guys whispered into the bartender’s ear and the bartender looked at me and waved off my cash, gesturing that it was on the two hot mystery men standing there now giving me looks. They both appeared to be around thirty or so and both were sporting facial hair and tattoos on their arms. A bit skeptically but politely, I smiled and waved a thank you to them, and then looked away to resume my drinking, knowing that I was taking a big risk getting too friendly with strangers in this place.
After a few minutes of me trying to act casual, the one closest to me came over and introduced himself. “Hey, I’m Ray” he said extending his big manly hand “I’m Jesse, thanks for the drinks, next ones on me” Ray said “No problem” then pointed over his shoulder and introduced his friend as Jason who looked like he could be his bother.
Ray was tall and had a handsome devilish face with a dark goatee, and he was wearing a strong cologne that I could smell when he whispered loudly in my ear “Do you like blow?” This immediately set off alarm bells and I looked over at his friend Jason who was also tall. He seemed a bit older, judging by the light grey streaks in his beard. Both his arms were fully sleeved in dark tattoos, and he looked like he could have just got out of prison. I smiled at him as he smiled back at me casually, taking a drink from his beer bottle and then setting it down on the bar.
I thought about how they both could have been trying to lure me into some kind of trouble, but without too much hesitation I nodded and said “Sure” Ray patted me on the back and then turned to Jason to say something in his ear. When Ray came back over, he said, “You want to go outside?” and I felt a ping of nervousness wash over me. Ray and Jason started for the door, and I felt the jitters kick in as I sat down a twenty-dollar bill on the bar and followed them through the crowd.
When we got outside the silence came as a bit of a relief, and I overheard Jason tell Ray that he was a going to have to sit in the back. As we crunched through the gravel I followed the two men over to a big dark blue Ford truck. The parking lights flashed briefly, and the doors clicked to unlocked. Jason opened the passenger door for me and said “Watch your step” and thanked him as I climbed up into the giant truck and sat in the big leather seat. I watched Ray jumped in the back and slide into the middle seemingly excited to see me there. After Jason got in the driver’s seat and closed the door, Ray said “You got any cash on you?” and he pulled out a big white bag and flicked it a few times before opening it up and pouring some out on a plate on the console between Jason and I. “Um yeah I’ve got a few bucks” I said feeling a little bit more at ease that It was looking more like a mutual deal and not some attempt to rob me or beat me up.
“Here” Jason said handing me the plate after snorting a big bump. I accepted the offering and then Jason looked over at me and said with a look of mischief and disbelief “How old are you?” For some reason I started to giggle a little bit, and I eventually replied, “I’m only Eighteen”. “Damn I told you he was young” Ray said as he patted Jason on the shoulder in excitement.
Ray asked me again for some money, and I appreciatively handed him the sixty bucks I had left on me. “That’ll do it” Ray said “ you guys have fun, I’ve got to get back to work” and then he jumped out of the truck and slammed the door.
After a moment of silence, the two of us sitting there listening to the radio, feeling good but awkward in this strangers truck, Jason suggested we drive to a place he knew down the road, and without much resistance, and being completely blasted, I nodded in agreement.
The truck started up with a roar, and when we pulled the out onto the highway, I knew without a doubt that there was going to be trouble, I just didn’t know what kind.
We drove for a little while down the country highway while listening to a Morgan Wallen song, and I was feeling good with the windows down, my heart racing, completely oblivious to what could have been a dangerous end. When we turned onto a side road and drove a few more miles, and then the we started slowing to a crawl. The big truck made a right-hand turn into an open field, and we pulled up behind the tree line and turned off the head lights.
We passed the plate again under the dim overhead glow, and in the awkward silence I started to suspect what we were doing all alone in this field. “So where are you from?” Jason asks me, his hands holding the steering wheel as he looked around the dark field. “I’m from here” I said, looking around the field myself, feeding off his paranoia.
There was a bit more awkward silence, and I said “Man, I’m fucked up” nervously trying to break the tension. “Yeah, I feel pretty good” he said looking over at me and grinning. When he started to put up the middle console and turned off the overhead light, I was looking out the window thinking about how horny I was, and how much I’d like to rip off all my clothes and just let this guy use me, but I didn’t dare act on it. There was no way of knowing for sure what was going to happen.
Just then he scooted over towards me extended his big, tattooed arm and put his hand on my thigh, and I felt big jolt of electricity shoot through my body. I put my hand on his and said, “Whoa there!” trying not to seem too easy. He put his hand further up my shorts forcefully as I tried feebly to resist his advances. “What are you doing?” I said in a hushed breathless tone as he tried to kiss me. He smelled like cigarettes and beer and the stubble of his beard brushed against my cheek as I pulled back a bit.
After a moment of him whispering in my ear how horny he was, while he felt my soft teen thigh, I ceased the struggle and eventually let him kiss me on the lips “You are so fucking sexy” he said in my ear before licking it and biting my earlobe.
This was my breaking point, and I was so overwhelmed with lust I pulled my shorts off right there and let him feel on my soft dick while he kissed my neck. “Yeah, that’s it” he said while caressing my thighs and ass with his calloused manly hand. He then sat back and pulled his boots off one by one and then his jeans, and I watched in complete surprise and excitement when I saw his massive bulge. While he was taking his hat and shirt off, I reached over to feel it in his underwear. It started to grow as I rubbed it and I knew right then I had in fact found myself in real trouble.
This guy’s muscles were very pronounced, and he had big chest tattoos covered in a nice light bed of hair. He pulled his underwear down over his cock and at least eight inches of thick white cock flopped out for me to take.
“That is one beautiful dick!” I said exasperated, looking over at him as I stroked on his beefy meat with my left hand, while he squeezed on my naked pale thigh.
After I decided I was going to have to do most of the work, I got up and turned around and kneeled on the floorboard of the spacious cab as he scooted over into the passenger seat in front of me. I stared to suck that dick like it was the best thing I ever put in my eighteen-year-old mouth and he moaned with approval. As he got rock hard, he started to pull my head down on it. He had unshaven pubes, and his balls were musty, and I gagged a few times as my face was forced into them. My mouth was so full of cock it muffled my groaning, and I kept sucking and drooling all over it with youthful enthusiasm.
“Damn you are one bad ass little cock sucker!” he said as I came up for air and looked up at his face and smiled “It’s so big?” I said out of breath as I took it and stroked it and then climbed up to sit on his lap and straddled him as he reached over to pull the lever and move the seat back.
I felt his hands around my butt as I rubbed our dicks together and spit on my hand and made myself available. It took a few attempts (a lot of attempts) both of us spitting with dry mouths, before he eventually got it in as I hovered over his lap on my knees facing him feeling his beard stubble on my neck and chest.
Intoxicated and wild for more I rode that cowboy’s big old cock in a trance. He bucked me slowly at first, then sped up as the natural juices started to flow. I felt him getting harder and harder inside me as it went in and out of my tight teen ass. I held onto his big muscular chest feeling his hair and tattoos while I worked out all my back and leg muscles riding up and down on his meaty rod.
After a good amount of bull riding (a first for me) I was bucked off, and made to take it from behind while bending over across the front seat my hands on the driver’s door window. The truck windows were now all fogged up, and I saw the soft glow of the moon through them as I took him inside me again, my face almost pressed against the wet glass. I felt it go in my sweet little ass so much more easily this time, his dick dripping with semen, and he started to tell me how he always wanted to fuck a tight little asss like mine. “Your cock is so fucking big daddy!” I said as he drilled his big ass pole into me, his hairy crotch slapping against my buns, his big burly hands holding my thighs and hips. Letting out a loud groan, he stopped and shot his load inside me, and I’d never felt so fucking hot in my life. I came simultaneously without touching myself, my hands gripping the steering wheel and the side of the seat my face against the driver’s side door. When he pulled out I turned around sat back and finished myself sitting in the driver’s seat cumming all over the steering wheel looking at this stud watching me with his big dick limping in his hand
After a few minutes of cleaning ourselves up and pulling our clothes back on, we rolled down the windows and put on the defroster. We drove back to the bar in silence until we pulled in and parked next to my car. “That was pretty fucking hot” he said as I put my phone number into his phone. “Yeah for sure’’ I said flashing a smile back at him as I got out of the truck. “You get home safe now” he said in a fatherly tone. “Yes daddy!” I said back and closed the truck door.
When I got home, I saw a text from a random number, and it said “I can’t stop thinking about tonight” I saved the number as ‘Big Truck Jason’ hoping I would get a another chance to ride in his big truck again before I went off to college in the Fall. I text him back “Let’s do that again!” After all, there were a few things I was going to miss about my hometown, and that night I had just added one more to the list.
