Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2012 23:49:54 -0600
From: clever13@hush.com
Subject: Trucker Buddy's Cam - 2

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	Things were quiet from the trucker for quite a few days.  I
wondered if I would ever hear from him again, but sure enough, he appeared
in our favorite chat room ready to plan our next meeting.  He was still the
same guy on cam, but he seemed to have a darker edge now that we had
actually done it.  It was exciting, but scary at the same time.  I liked
him, and I really wanted to have a regular bud, but I had to admit that the
way he interacted with me was somewhat more demanding.  He wasn't asking
anymore, he was telling me what would happen next.  Finally, I got the
balls to tell him I wasn't sure if I could meet again.  He just laughed and
said "oh, I think you can" and a file transfer signal popped up on my
skype. It was a small wmv file.  I gulped and clicked on it.  He just
stared into the camera, as if straight through me.
	When I clicked play, all that played was the end clip of our time
together, a small screencap of my face clear as day.  I'm sure I turned
white.  As I sat there silent, he began to tell me that he was about
'trust.'  The video, he said, was in safe keeping because he had promised
not to share it.  But, that promise had always been on the condition that
we would continue to be 'friends'.  As firends, we needed to spend some
quality time together - soon.  I was getting the message loud and clear.
Play his game or face public embarassment.  I had no choice.
	And so, we set the next date for the following weekend.  He had
some ideas for some new and fun things we could try on his next visit.
Admittedly, the whole scare tactic thing was a turn on, but still I was
worried sick.  Really sick.  I must have thrown up 3 times that week just
in anxiety attacks.  Still, he hadn't hurt me before, and the sex really
was amazing.  I tried to play it cool.
	Finally, the night came and mom was away at work.  "I'll have 3 or
4 hours" I said.  He said, "That will be plenty - be there at 10:50pm" and
he ended the chat.  Again, I made the long walk from my house to the mall
parking lot.  There, under the same darkened light, was the red semi.
Strangely, I was relieved that everything was moving along as before.  So
far, everything seemed cool.  When I arrived at the truck, he looked at me
and said one word 'trust'.  I nodeed and climbed aboard.  "We're not going
anywhere" he said "so don't freak out.  We're just driving over here by
this other set of semis so we don't look so suspicious here."  I nodded
without saying a word even though this was against my rules for us.  But I
could see where he was going; a small industrial park within eyeshot of the
mall.  I could find my way home if need be.
	He pulled in between two other parked semis and turned off the
truck.  It was pitch black here, and definitely made the mood a bit more
ominous.  'Okay' he said, "hop out. I don't have a load on this trip so we
can do it in the back of the truck so we have more room."  I'm sure I
gulped loud enough to hear, but I nodded and opened the door.  The cold air
hit me like a fist.  Damn, I hate winter, I thought to myself.  I walked
shivering toward the back of the truck, watching as he popped the loud,
rusty door handles to open the back.  He flipped a switch, and a single
interior light came on revealing a mostly empty room.  I climbed in and he
closed the door behind us. All I knew was that it was really warm and well
insulated for a truck container.  But I was shivering with anticipation.
	"Okay buddy" he said "here's the plan.  I know you are freaked that
I have a vid with your face on it.  If I know you, it's scary, and scary
makes you hot. . . doesn't it boy." I laughed nervously and he smiled back.
"I just want to push you" he said.  "If it becomes routine, you'll get
bored and then I won't get any more of that amazing ass.  Take a look at
what I've set up."
	The truck was mostly empty save for a flat screen TV mounted near
the back of the container and a small padded platform about waist high. It
was pretty shoddy, particle board at best, but the mat seemed fairly comfy.
It was obviously where he went to sleep or to watch tv or something I
figured.  Yet, at one end of the platform bed was a wooden particle board
box with a hole in the side facing us.  I looked at him curiously.
	"Take off your clothes, every stitch. Now that you've seen my
setup, you have to finish what youve started.  Trust me, this will blow
your mind." I nodded and got undressed.  I was still kindof embarrased
about my smooth skinny body.  Some muscles would be nice, but no, I just
stood there like a bald-cocked kid instead of the 13 year old man I was
inside.  Bravely, I dropped it all, and stood there, naked in the dim
solitary light.  Then he continued "climb on the platform and lay on your
back.  Then I want you to put your head inside the box at the end.  This
way you'll have no doubt that your face is hidden. The only difference is
that you won't be able to see what Im doing to you, or for you.  Deal?"
	It wasn't like I had much of a choice, so I played along and
climbed on the platform.  It was shorter that I had thought.  Not nearly
long enough to be his bed.  As I slid up so my head was in the box, I
realized that my legs were still dangling off the end and I had to put my
bare feet on the floor. It was hard enough to see in the dim container
light, but it was impossible with my head in the box.  Then he grabbed two
small sliding wooden doors and and placed them in the slats near the
opening of the box so that the box was not completely enclosing my head and
he placed, what I assumed to be, a padlock of some kind on it so I couldnt
pull my head out.
	Then I listened as he began the process of tying me up.  I knew he
had planned to use ropes this time instead of handcuffs, but I didn't know
how he was gonna do it.  So, I braved asking him.  He said "well, it might
spoil it for you, but maybe it will scare you more, so I'll go ahead and
tell you."  I could feel some of the things he had done on my own.  He had
tied ropes between my thighs and my calves to keep my feet up off the floor
and close to my butt.  And I knew he had tied ropes around my wrists, but
as for now they seemed loose.  Then I felt a rope placed behind each knee
as he began to explain what was next.  He began to describe how I looked to
him, frail and stretched, as he pulled on the ropes around my wrists and
secured them to the sides of the container.  He did the same with the ropes
at my knees and kept telling me that his goal was to get a clear access at
my hole.  As he pulled on the knee ropes, my legs began to spread apart,
further and further leaving me tied almost uncomfortably wide open.
	As he examined his handiwork, I could feel him touching the tendons
on my inner thighs, moaning at how tightly I had been spread open for him
in a kind of flattened indian style with my arms pulled out tight.  "Okay
boy, showtime.  Remember, trust."  With that, I heard the faint sound of
the overhead TV being turned on, but I didn't hear any sound coming from
it.  But I oculd hear voices.  Were they from the TV?  No, I couldn't tell.
All I heard were car doors or something opening and closing.  Some mumbling
in the background.  Then I heard the most terrifying sound of all - the
container door's loud rusty pop as the back door swung wide open.  A cold
blast of air rushed in briefly and the door closed again.
	I was scared out of my mind!!  What was going on?  I tried to tell
myself to trust... I listened closely over my own heavy breathing.  It was
hard to make anything out over my panicked hyperventilating echoing around
the box.  What was that?  Something about $300.  He's 13, I think he said.
What are they talking about? Who is there?  I tried to focus myself and
remember that he let me go before and that it was amazing. I closed my eyes
for a moment, and then I felt the first touches.
	I didn't know who was touching me, but it seemed like a lot of
hands.  I tried desperately in my head to count them.  Was it two pair or
three? I couldn't be sure.  I was almost fliped out with fear.  They grew
silent except for the sounds of clothes falling to the floor. I was
streched so tight, I could barely move except to breathe.  My boihole,
exposed and open at the end of the platform bed to whomever was there.  I
tried to stay cool, but I know I was crying.  As my eyes adjusted to the
near-total darkness, I began to see a small round shape at the top of the
box gazing into my face.  Was it a camera? again?  Is that what they were
watching on the TV? My face, live, as I cried in anguish and fear?
	Finally I felt the first fingers full of lube penetrating my tite
hole and I began to cry uncontrollably.  I was so afraid.  "Sonofabitch,
he's so smooth, what is he 10?" one of them asked.  Another simply chuckled
as I felt warm wet lips begin to take in my growing cock. "Yeah, suck that
boy cocklet man" another voice said. "Damn, it's like the width of my
thumb, plump and juicy boicock.  Does it squirt?"  The trucker simply
replied "Try for yourself."
	Mouth after mouth suckled on my cock, maybe the same ones trading
off, maybe an army, I couldn't tell.  They nibbled and licked my head and
up and down my shaft.  Sometimes exploring my pee slit deeply with their
tongues.  Sometimes sliding fingers full of lube up into my hole.  Finally
the first cockhead pressed up against my hole.  It was tight and scary
because I couldn't adjust at all.  I was totally at their mercy.  With my
feet tied in such a way as to be close to my ass, the man rubbed my feet
over his meat as he slid his cock deep in just a few pushes.  I think my
feet were what he wanted most because he pulled out after only a few
thrusts and jerked himself off with my feet.  His warm meat keept my feet
warm, and swelled up suddenly, blasting a large wet load all over my cock
and smooth belly.
	Right away, a different man started feeling me.  Rougher than the
last, he talked realy dirty, which normally was a turn on, but it hurt way
too much to enjoy it. "Open up cunt!  Can you even squirt kid?" He grabbed
my cock and balls in between his fingers and used them like a handle to
pull himself close to me.  I yelped in pain and started crying. Then he
said something that confrmed my fears.  He said "Oh yeah, cry those big
baby tears for daddy.  Don't turn your head, I wanna see the fear in your
eyes."  It was then that I knew he had been watching my face on the big
screen all along.  I was in the dark, but the men could fuck me at will and
watch my tormented face as they punded my hole.
	Then he started pushing in his cockhead.  AAAAArrrrrggghhh!!! I
screamed as loud as I could.  I was losing focus.  His head was so thick!
"It's too big!" I shouted.  "Damn, this little fuck hole is tight" was the
only response.  Finally, painfully, his enormous head pushed its way
inside.  "Damn" the man said, "It looks like his boipussy swallowed it
right up!"  He continued for what seemed like forever.slowly raking my
insides as I strained against the ropes holding me wide.  "Come on boy -
Cum!  I wanna feel your hole pumping on my pedo meat!" He said.
	Suddenly, someone (maybe the previous man, I don't know) started
sucking me - hard and fast.  I was close even with the pain of it.  "Look
at him, he's gonna pop" they said as the watched my face on the TV.
Suddenly, the one sucking me stopped and the man inside me grabed my wet
shaft and started rubbing his thumb under my head. I couldn't take it
anymore.  I threw back my head and fired off 3 good, clear cumshots.  My
anus contracted as it fired again and again with dry shots after the first
three.
	The mans cock swelled up fast as I spurted on my chest and my ass
pulsed on his massive cock.  He suddenly releasd my cock, grabbed my
tightened inner thighs, and pulled himself balls-deep into me as I yelped
in pain at his thrust.  Load after load of semen rumbled deep inside me.  I
cried in fear and pain.  Who is this man? Do I have a disease? I have no
idea. He sat there watching me cry for a time I think.  Then he pulled out
to the head.  I was so tight, it didn't even slide out easily, but came out
with a loud wet pop.  I felt the cum dribbling from my ass as I cried.
	Then the loud metal door opened again, and the men left.  Then i
felt myself being cleaned up and the ropes loosened.  But before he
unlocked the padlock, he said to me.  I kept my promise to you.  No one was
videoed here today even though we could see your face.  And these two men
were my personal friends, neither has a disease of any kind.  Both are
married as a matter of fact.  This was as safe as i could make it for you,
but there was no way for you to know this.  You just have to trust me.
Then he cleaned me up and dropped my closer to my home, so I could walk a
shorter way.  My legs and ass were sore but I didnt want him to know where
I lived.
	A week went by and I finally heard from him again.  It was a simple
email: Did you like it?  I paused for a few seconds, and then emailed back:
Best sex ever.  What had I just done?

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