Message-ID: <32067asstr$998197801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: strangesub@yahoo.com (G) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 17 Aug 2001 18:39:18 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Strangesex#5 (True,mm/mf,drugged,hitchhiking,anal,oral,slave) Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 01:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Sex The great obsession. These are the stories of my lives. Its permutations of cocks and cunts, holes and moans and slick fluids. The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to a virtual exhibitionism. I am able to fuck and get fucked in public. There is no kinky activity I have to hide away for fear that my "normal" friends would consider me a deviant reprobate. All of us voyeurs can watch as I relive my sex life and expose all of the perverse things that I have done and that have been done to me - things that I have never told anybody. All of the stories written here are true. They have been eroticized to appeal to a wide audience, but the the actual "scenarios" happened. This is the continuing autobiographical adventure that I have already chronicled in "My Sex Life" #1 thru #26 or #27 or so - under the authorship of im_sub@hotmail.com I no longer have any copies of these escapades, but they can be found at Google Groups by doing an advanced search for the author IM_Sub@hotmail.com Except for the chapters that can't be found and are lost in cyberspace. If anyone has these missing chapters, feel free to email them to me at Strangesub@yahoo.com Otherwise, don't ask, because I don't have. If you would like to comment on these stories, criticize them, or whatever, send inquiries to strangesub@yahoo.com The Stupid Hitchhiker Who Gets Royally Fucked It was the summer of '75 I had just had a nice friendly fuck with an old girlfriend, introducing her to the finer sensations of getting fucked up the ass and now I was off once more into the wild blue yonder, hithchhiking my way across America. Somewhere in Vermont I was picked up by an old, grizzled truck driver. It was towards the evening and he stopped at a truck stop to eat and rest for the night. He bought me dinner and afterwards we sat in his cab drinking a bottle of vodka. I believe we each drank about half of it. I did not normally drink large quantities of vodka or any other particular liquor at the time, and I became extremely inebriated, highly intoxicated, as in stinking drunk. When he suggested I go in the sleeper part of the cab to lay down, it sounded great to me. When he asked me to take off my shoes and socks so I wouldn't get his bed dirty, I was more than happy to oblige. I was so thoroughly plastered that when he crawled into the sleeper with me and started taking all my clothes off, I just figured "what the hell," it was his truck and it was so nice of him to let me be naked there. I was just another hitchhiking piece of meat to him. He was pleased when he grabbed my hard cock that I was ready for this particular adventure. Without much preliminary anything, he turned my young, naked body on my side and pressed up against me, spreading my asscheeks with his hands. His hard cock felt grizzled and rough as he pressed it against my anus. I cried out when he pushed it in me, thinking it felt like a corncob going up my ass. I grunted in pain, but the alcohol had anthestitized me and my head was so totally fucked up that I didn't stop him from what, as far as I could tell was him fucking me dry. He quickly came, shooting his spunk into my bowels and then promptly fell asleep. I also passed out with his cock still in my ass. Now, sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I woke up with my guts churning, totally, totally fucked up, sick and still drunk out of my mind. I literally fell out of his cab, naked and crouched by the truck trailer wheel getting violently ill. I puked and I shitted all over the ground wishing I could die and in the process I managed to puke and shit on myself. After an eternity of voiding my body from both ends, I crouched there in a dazed, sick stupor - knowing I couldn't go back in his cab covered with shit and barf - but not knowing what else to do except crouch there in this huge truck parking lot, totally naked at 1 or 2 o'clock in the morning. I practically passed out leaning against the truck wheel, still drunk out of my gourd, still ill, my asshole hurting like hell, stinking, feeling like I was on a very bad trip as every so often, trucks would drive by, bathing me in their headlights. They probably didn't see me, or they simply didn't want to get involved. I had no idea what to do. I was incapable of cogent thought. Then, out of nowhere, suddenly, a couple was standing over me. He was a very skinny, scruffy, white guy and she was an extremely fat, obese, short black woman. I tried to mumble some kind of apologies or explanations, but they were just as kind as they could be. "Are you all right, honey?" asked the black woman. "Cause you sure as hell don't look it." I almost broke down and cried. I started babbling about how I was drunk and I got sick and I was hitchhiking and I couldn't go back into the cab, not like I was, and maybe I could get cleaned off somewhere, did they know anywhere, and so forth on and on and on, whining out my fucked up troubles. "Look," said the skinny white guy, "I'm Frank and this is Clarise. I'm gonna something to cover you up out of the cab and we'll take you over to the showers to get cleaned up." I was so pathetically grateful as I cowered on the ground at Clarise's feet while Frank clambered up to the cab and rummaged around. Old grizzly never woke up and soon Frank popped out with a shirt - I think it was "grizzly's." It barley covered my ass and cock, but I was still much too fucked up to care, I just couldn't stand being shitty and pukey. "Hey, I noticed that your friend in the truck was naked too," said Frank, as they helped walk toward the showers. "Did he fuck you?" Damn. That was pretty blunt, I feebly thought. Fuck it. "Yeah, he was giving me a ride," I said as if that explained it. "Did you like getting fucked?" continued Frank. "Uhhhh," Damn, I thought again. We were almost to the building. "Well, yeah, I guess...." "Honey," said Clarise as we went inside, "do you have anybody you'd like us to call for you? You know, maybe a mother or father?" OH Fuck No! I thought. That's all I needed. 'Mrs. Moran - we found your boy Greggy in a parking lot, naked, after getting fucked in the ass, with shit and puke all over him. He'd like to talk to you....' "No," I said. "I don't have any parents. I'm just trying to get out to... California to maybe pick up something to do there." We walked into the shower room and I stripped off the shirt, getting under water as fast as possible. It was heaven. Unimaginable heaven. I was so happy to be out of the filth and wash up, that I simply took it as a matter of course when Frank started taking off his clothes and told me to make sure my asshole was good and clean. I was a little bit surprised, but only a little. Why not, I figured. They helped me out and I was still seriously drunk and still a little sick. I turned my ass towards him, spread my asscheeks and started massaging my own assbud with my fingers, inserting my fuck finger inside, lubricated by soap and water and enjoyed ministering to my own asshole after the rough punishment it had just received When Frank joined me in the shower, naked, while Clarise watched, it still seemed the natural thing to happen, in my liquor induced fog. His stiff cock was actually smaller than man, about 5" long and only a little bit thicker than I was. Telling me what a nice ass I had, he bent me over to the floor and soaped up his tool while replacing my finger fucking with his fingers. I groaned as he fucked my ass again, using the soap as a lubricant. (Do you know that soap burns and it doesn't feel slippery very long?) With Clarise watching us, it was actually kind of erotic. I started maoning and grunting as he fucked me in and out, the hot shower water cascading over the both of us. He also came rather quickly. He pulled his cock from my ass and told me I'd do just fine. I was happy that he was pleased. As we were drying off, Clarise gave me pill that she told me would settle my stomach and make me feel good. I was also happy with that and I was feeling so lucky that I had run into these nice folks as we walked back to their truck. I have not the slightest idea of what was in that pill, but, I would of guessed, if I could have even thought about it at the time, that it was part halluncinogen; part speed or caffeine; and part whatever the equivalent of Viagra was back then. By the time we got back to their truck and they had me lie down in their sleeper cab, I was very hard and very horny. My asshole was hot and puffy with both Frank's and old Grizzly's cum leaking out and my cock was pulsing as I watched this very obese black woman wriggle out of her clothes and sidle her naked body up to mine. Clarise straddled my face with her dripping wet cunt as Frank drove out of the truck stop. She almost suffocated me to orgasm. Somewhere, far, far away, in a dusty, unused corner of my mind, the fact registered that I was totally naked with a giant, wet vagina plastered to my face and that all of my clothes; all of my money; all of my stuff; was in old Grizzly's truck..... I never saw any of my stuff again. Clarise used me for a long time, smothering me with her cunt, while I ate her to orgasm and then she crushed my stomach as she rode my cock, making me shoot my cum up her deep, red snatch. She sucked me hard again and kept on playing with me for a while until at some point I actually passed out during the sex play. When I awoke, my cock was still painfully hard; I was in some kind of drugged stupor and I had to piss to beat the band. I managed to stick my head out of the sleeper and communicate this to Frank, who was still driving (Clarise was totally asleep, her vast naked body still steaming with sex. The sex smell of the cab was totally overwhelming and I felt our combined, dried juices all over my body). Frank took another half hour to find a truck stop, driving off of the interstate to get to a particular place where he wanted to go. I was in an erotic, euphoric agony of having to pee and was pathetically grateful when we stopped. He rummaged around and found a pair of shorts for me to put on. A pair of his. Which was ridiculous. His stupid shorts were so small on me that my thighs were squeezed into them and I could not zip up the zipper. "You're too damn randy," said Frank, smiling. "Look, just do this." He yanked my hard meat sideways, pushing it painfully down the short pant leg and squeezed the zipper about 1/4 of the way up, just enough to cover my cock root. The placed we had stopped at looked like some kind of run down, seedy strip joint or bar, but I never saw the inside as Skinny took me aroundt the back entrance to the men's bathroom. There was one other guy in the bathroom as we walked in. He just seemed to be hanging out. All I was wearing was Frank's shorts. I had to open then back up and push them down from my ass in order to pull out my cock and pee through this massive hard on. I was - for all intents and purposes - naked at the urinal - with my cock pulsing and my bare ass showing. As I finally let my piss fly through my still hard cock, the other restroom attendee openly admired me, smiling at my show. Still doped up, I smiled back at him. It seemed the thing to do. After I was done pissing, Frank told me to step out of his shorts all the way. I smiled and shrugged, facing the guy watching, and shucked off Frank's shorts I just stood there, naked, my hard cock still throbbing, while this other guy watched. I was very high, very sexed and still an exhibitionist pervert. Frank walked over to the guy and they spoke in low voices. I saw money change hands, which I found curious, but it was something way apart from me in my drugged sexual high. I was ready for anything as Frank walked back to me, slapped my naked ass and directed me into a stall. The other guy followed me in and closed the door. He instructed me to sit down on the toilet and he pulled out his dick. I took his flesh into my mouth and sucked him hard, enjoying the feel of cockflesh in my mouth again until he had me get up and turn around. He juiced up my asshole with his saliva and I was fucked once more, lubricated only with the leftovers of Grizzly's and Frank's cum and this guy's spit. Although his cock was not that big,it still hurt and I protested at the pain of this new intrusion. But my achingly hard dick belied my grunts of pain as he reamed my asshole, plunging his dick into the hilt. "Fuck boy, you have one tight asshole," he grunted with pleasure as he started to fuck me hard. I groaned, echoing in the toilet bowl as I bent over farther, my face nearing the water, my long red falling in and getting wet. I gripped the sides of the bowl as he slammed in and out of my ass saying "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He stiffened and I felt him shoot,pulsing, coating my burning asshole with a new load of cum. He stood there for a moment, his cock still lodged in my ass, his hard breathing slowing until he pulled out. He grabbed some toilet paper, wiped off his cock and tossed the used shitstained paper into the bowl next to my head. I just stood there bent over,panting in trembling pain, clutching the toilet and feeling his burning cum in my ass until he opened the stall door and left. I started to relax when immediately, another pair of hands spread my asscheeks. Shit, I moaned as another fat cock forced its way into me, fucking my abused asshole once again. I could barely stand up when this second guy was done, so Frank came into the stall and helped me and back into his shorts. My dick was still hard, but I was having trouble walking as my now totally inflamed asshole pulsed with pain. This was still the first night that Frank and Clarise met me, but I now had no sense of time or reason. My whole body quivered as I again passed out in their sleeper, fantasizing a whorl of raunchy thoughts about how I somehow really enjoyed being a whore for these strangers to use me for their pleasure. I remember waking up during that day in somehat of a mild panic - as in ''''what the fuck was going on??''' Sex was all well and good, but I was supposed to be going to Colorado and here I was, still naked, with a burningly fucked asshole, a still painfully hard pecker and with none of my stuff. I peeked out of the sleeper and tried to explain my fears to Clarise,(who was driving by this time) and Frank, but they reassured me that we were on the way to Colorado and that they would set me up with whatever I needed to replace my stuff. Then they fed me and I took another one of their pills. When I woke up again, I was still hard and now hot and horny again and totally wasted on whatever drug was in that pill. "Damn," said Frank as I poked my head out of the curtained sleeper, "I've been waitng for you to get your lazy ass up. Lie on your back and stick your head out here." In my drugged stupor, I did as I was told and laid back, my head dangling down in the large empty area between the two seats, my legs spread with my feet on the back wall of their sleeper. Crouching down in the cab, Frank got up and unzipped his fly, opening his pants. He took his stiff meat out and just slid it into my unresisting mouth. Then he stood there, relaxed, his cock filling my mouth, his hands lightly grasping my face. "No, don't do anyhing," he said as I automatically began to suck on his meat. We both were both motionless for about a minute, until suddenly he thrust, driving his prick into my throat and I felt hot liquid sear into me as I tried to keep from choking. Shit! He was pissing directly down my esophagus, burning me with his scalding fluids. My body bucked and shuddered while he gripped my face tightly now, emptying his bladder into my face, using me for his toilet. This was not the first time I had drunk piss and I tried to go with his flow and not choke or spew up the contents of my stomach. His cock was only average size and I even mangaged to breathe shallowly through my nose. When he was done, I felt him soften slightly and he withdrew his cock from my now acid mouth. "You are so fucking good, boy," said Frank, "Now, don't be getting sick. Just slide your ass around here this way." I turned around ignoring the nauseous feeling in my stomach, mouth, and throat - my cock still hard and my head still drugged. "No, don't turn over," said Frank, "Just give me your legs." I did as I was told and he pulled my feet up, fastening them to some dangling ropes on the top of the cab, leaving me spread-eagled with my ass raised right at the edge of the sleeper. He put a jar of Vaseline in my hand and told me to get myself ready. Hurriedly, grateful for the chance to lube my asshole, I scooped up some jelly with my fingers and massaged the goop into my asshole, shoving my own fingers in to mix the Vaseline with the old cum that was still inside of me. My ass slid farther into the cab as I massaged my own anus, slicking it up, enjoying the slippery sensations until Frank removed my hand and thrust his now hard cock into me, gripping my thighs with his hands. "OOOooouuhhhh,mmm fuck fuck," I moaned again, the truck bouncing down the road while Frank jammed his stiff tool in and out of my asshole. I used my Vaseline slicked hand to start jerking on my own naked cock while Skinny grunted with sastisfaction, shooting his hot seed into my bowels and I came, spurting my own cum all over my stomach and hand. I don't know how long I laid there, but my cock barely softened and they didn't untie my ankles. When it was nighttime again, Clarise again got in the back and rode my face and now sore cock to her own orgasm. This time, when they stopped the truck, they handcuffed me into the sleeper, telling me that they didn't want me playing with myself while they were gone. I was really too drugged to care and my prick was still so hard that it hurt. I was no longer thinking anything in any way coherently. They kept on driving until sometime in the middle of the night where they again drove at least half hour or more off the highway to a strip joint. At least that's what I thought it was when they brought me inside (still dressed in too tight shorts, but now with a too tight shirt too). Frank gave me the jar of Vaseline and led me to the toilets again. This time, he just had me go in a stall and told me to shit or piss or whatever, but to clean my asshole totally with the Vaseline. I had no problem with this as I really wanted to ease the inflamed walls of my anus and rectum. I stayed in there for awhile, playing with my asshole and cock, enjoying the more gentle sensations that I invoked. We went into the bar area and joined Clarise who was watching the strippers onstage. They bought me a beer and we sat there for awhile until a guy came over and sat down with us. "Hey Franky," he said. "We don't have anybody for you tonight, but maybe you and your ladyfriend can share." "Nope," said Frank, "I brought my own entertainment tonite, but I'd like to rent him out in a booth." "Sure," said the guy, giving me the once over, "You going to sit?" "Yep. This boy is into anything at all, so you just send anybody you want on up." "Damn," said the barman, "I'll do that. Girls too?" "Huh, I don't know..." Frank turned Clarise. "He like to fuck women?" I almost writhed in my chair. This bizarre conversation was making me hot all over again. "He's okay" she smiled. "Okay, let's go. Send 'em on up, John." With that, Frank and I got up and walked through a door up some steps into a hallway. He opened the first door we came to and gestured me in. It was a booth with darkened glass overlooking a movie theater. The screen showed an fuckfest going on and the sounds of sex were loud in the little room. "Take off your clothes." ordered Frank. I obliged, stripping off the shorts and shirt and handing them to him. "You just wait in here and watch the movie. People will come in here from time to time and you do whatever it is that they want you to do, no holds barred. Understand? And don't jerk off. Got it?" I stupidly nodded, a small corner of my psyche protesting that this was not right, but the rest of me almost shaking with sexual hunger. He took the clothes and left me there, totally naked. I watched the film for awhile, squeezing my nipples and creating other erotic sensations, occaisionally sticking a finger up my well slicked but burning asshole. The door opened and a man walked in who looked like a little fussy accountant. He walked over to the window and, without looking at me at all, he pulled down his pants and started fondling his cock. "Lick my asshole." he said in a low voice. I got down behind him, spread his asscheeks and started licking. "Tongue it deeper" he demanded, pushing his ass back into my face. I thrust my tongue into his funky asshole, stretching it to go into him as I felt him jerk his cock faster and faster until he came, spurting his seed on the darkened glass. "Damn, I got some on my hand," he complained. He pushed my head away form his ass, wiping his hand on my face and hair. Then he pulled up his pants and left. Frank gave me a beer to rinse out my mouth. I spent the night naked in that booth, sucking cock and getting fucked up the ass until it was drenched in cum. Some father brought his son with him. The son was getting married in a couple of weeks and Dad wanted him to experience ass fucking for the first and maybe last time. They both fucked me at the same time, my mouth and ass, switching places, laughing like crazy, until they both shot their loads. A couple of guys wanted to suck me until I came. It was painful the second time around, but I still managed to give him some cum. Another guy wanted to eat my asshole. That was great. He ate up all the loose cum and rimmed me until I moaned with pleasure. Then he jerked off, shooting his sperm onto my still throbbingly hard cock. Many of these guys tipped me, but as I was stark naked, stoned horny and had no place to put it, I just gave it to Frank everytime he walked in. I think that pleased him - that I gave it to him without being asked. No women ever came in. At some point, Frank took me to the bathroom where he helped wash me up. My asshole was practically numb, but it felt hot to the touch. It had also opened up and I could put two fingers in there with almost no resistance. Again, a teeny tiny part of my mind was worried at this, but most of me just want to pass out and forget about it. I put Frank's stupid clothes back on again, went back to the truck and just passed out. Sometime during the day, I woke up ate and went to a truck stop bathroom, but Big Momma fed me another pill as soon as I awoke, so by the time I got back into their cab, I was buzzing again. Frank got into the back to sleep, but he left me alone and told me just to stay put. We rode for hours. Frank sleeping, me next to him, naked, occaissionaly playing with my cock or asshole, buzzingly high and horny once more. Then, they sold me. I assume they sold me anyway. I ended up in a Mississipi backwoods gas station/whorehouse where black guys really enjoyed fucking my white meat. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+