Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2006 22:15:34 +0100
From: Expat Stud <expatstud@gmail.com>
Subject: Fucked in Kansas, Part II

This is a continuation of the 100% true story of my trip
out west.

After I had been fucked senseless by the Kansas rancher
hottie, I was exhausted: my ass was aching, my back was
sore, my legs were trembling. Jizz was drying on my face
and in my hair, and the room positively reeked of sex-we
all know the smell, one that is very musky, lots of semen
and sweat. And rancher guy told me that he would come
round again early in the morning, with a friend (he
didn't ask if I was taking gentlemen callers; he just
told me what he would be doing, and told me to be ready.
Even in my state of near-collapse I was not one to turn
down an offer like this.) Rancher guy was a total cutie,
and he had a nice long cock made for drilling. I had no
idea what his friend would be like, but I was willing to
take the chance: if the friend were a troll it would
still be worth it to chow on the rancher cock again.
Funny how we can delude ourselves when we are horny!

I was too exhausted to eat, so I decided to just bask in
the afterglow, relive the event in my mind over and over
again while the smells and sensations were still so
present. I drifted off to sleep at some point, cock
raging hard, but I had decided to hold off on  beating
off-I wanted to be really in the mood for the morning.

I awoke at about 5ish I think and cleaned myself
up-rancher guy did tell me to be ready, door unlocked. I
had no idea when he would be by, but the anticipation was
killing me. I didn't have any proper lube on me, so I
just used some lotion from the room to moisten myself up
(mind you, not too much, as otherwise it just gets too
sloppy and you cannot feel anything!) So I lay down on
the bed, naked, and I started waiting.

At about 6:15-6:30 the door opened., and in walked my
rancher man (he never told me his name, and I never did
learn what it was.). He was obviously in the mood for fun
again, as his cock was very visible in his pants. As he
walked into the room he started unbuckling his belt,
kicking off his shoes, getting ready for some action.
Behind him was a completely different story-this friend
looked like total bad news: tall, average body, very
rugged though-you could tell he worked hard just from his
muscle composition. He had an average face that did not
stand out, and I probably would not have pursued him had
I been in a bar. And he had a patch over his left eye, I
recall, and crude tattoos on his fingers. The most
disturbing thing about him, though, was his facial
expression-he directed this menacing, condescending leer
at me, almost a look of disgust, really, and it worried
me. I was actually getting cold feet. I mean, here I was
in the middle of Kansas, no one knew where I was and this
guy could just off me.

I told the guys that I really needed to hit the road,
that I didn't really have time to play around, etc. By
this time, of course, rancher guy was out of his clothes
(the other one had not removed anything at this point),
and his cock was almost fully erect. He walked over to me
and pushed me back down on the bed, then climbed up,
straddled my chest, and told me that he was not leaving
until he had his cock sucked, whether I wanted to or not.

God, what a beautiful man he was! Seeing him in that
position, towering above me, gave me a great perspective
of just how much I had scored in that rest stop. He had a
beautiful chest, a beautiful face, beautiful arms and an
absolutely gorgeous cock with nuts to match. If he wanted
his cock sucked, then so be it; I was not one to turn
down an opportunity like that-it was just his friend that
was freaking me out.

And this cock was now bouncing against my face as rancher
man ground it all over, leaving a trail of ooze like a
snail trail. He ran it across my lips a bit before
grabbing me by the head with one hand, gripping his cock
at the base with the other and directing it to my mouth.
He rubbed the head around my lips for a bit and then
started feeding it to me, bit by bit. And it was as tasty
as I had remembered-leaking juice, a bit spongy, just the
perfect cock for sucking on. And I gladly sucked on it,
sort of forgetting about the other guy in the room.

So the other guy was watching this, still leering at me
with this disgusted/threatening look, and I could hear
him kicking off his shoes and unbuckling his pants. He
had taken off his coat and his shirt was unbuttoned-not
an Adonis, not a Greek god, no washboard abs, but he was
in relatively good shape, and his chest was covered in
thick curly hair. He had this massive scar running along
his stomach. I really did not want to mess with him-he
just seemed like bad news-so I tried to spit rancher
guy's cock out of my mouth to say as much. But, rancher
man had a big one, and you just cannot spit something
like that out.

Rancher guy's friend dropped his pants and sat down on
the one available chair and started to beat off. From my
vantage point I couldn't see his cock-rancher's thighs
were blocking my view. He told rancher to pull me
over to the edge of the bed and to fuck my mouth standing
up, that he wanted to see his cock go all the way into
'that cocksucker's mouth'. Rancher obviously thought it
was a good idea, as he jumped right up and pulled me
around like I was a doll or something, and before I knew
it my head was hanging off the edge of the bed and I was
being fed cock again. It is a great angle for deep
throating, I admit; before long I had his cock in my
throat down to his pubes, and the combination of my
saliva and his precum made it a slippery ride for him.
And he was loving it, never saying anything, but rather
just making lots of grunting noises and moaning a lot. I
was certain that at this pace I would be able to get him
off and get them both out the door soon..

Rancher pulled his cock from my mouth and had me work on
his balls, something I love to do. I had felt them bounce
against my face for a while now, and I loved their musky
scent. He was running his hands along my forearms,
tugging at my nipples, it was great. I was totally in
bliss, the guy was so hot and horny, and he seemed like a
take-charge kind of fellow, just my type. But that bliss
did not last long.

I had lost track of his friend until I felt my legs being
lifted up, at which point I started to panic. I had no
idea what kind of cock this guy had, and I could tell by
looking at him that he was not one of those gentle
fuckers. I was pulled out of my ball-loving trance and
said that I did not really want to fuck, that I was tired
etc, at which point he slapped my ass hard and told me
that he did not care; he was not tired, he wanted to fuck
and really did not care what I felt about it. I heard him
spit and then a finger started to jab at my hole. I
clenched tight-I was going to resist this asshole as much
as possible-but my clenching just seemed to anger him
more. I remember he said something akin to,

'Look, you little punk, I am going to fuck you whether
you like it or not. You can fight it all you want, you
can scream all you want, but I am not leaving until I
have fucked you. We can do this my way, or we can do it
my way. And unless you want me to break you in two you
better open up that ass and relax.'

(this is not an a verbatim--it was ten years ago, but it is the general gist...)

Rancher was holding my arms down at this point, rubbing
his crotch around my face, and told me that he was going
to fuck me again as soon as his buddy was done. I had
lost all sense of the bliss I had felt earlier, and my
cock was as limp as could be. I heard another spit, and
then seconds later I felt a cock head pushing against my
ass. Rancher's friend told me that I should have gone the
easy route and let him loosen me up a bit, because this
was going to hurt like hell. Rancher just laughed and
told him to fuck me. And that's when it happened.

Someone pinched my nipples hard, and I was so distracted
from the pain that I temporarily let down my guard. And
rancher's friend pushed, he shoved what must have been a
pretty fat cock into my ass, all in one lunge. I had been
given no chance to get accustomed to the size of his rod,
and I felt like I was being split in two. His cock did
not feel too long, but lordy it was fat. And it obviously
tapered down at the base pretty significantly, because
when his pubes hit my ass I could feel my hole close up
around it. And then he pulled right back, stretching me
out completely and then shoved right back in. I was near
tears, it hurt so bad, but I could not do much-I was
being held down by the rancher guy, he was ramming his
cock into my mouth and his friend had hold of my hips,
just bouncing me off his cock. I felt like I was being
plowed by a six-inch butt plug.

'Why don't you lie down and have him sit on your cock?'.
This came from rancher, and his friend obviously thought
it was a splendid idea because in no time at all he had
yanked his cock out of my ass (and lord, did that burn!)
and he lay on the bed.

'Come on. Get over here and sit on it.'

I was not in much state to refuse his request-there were
two of them and one of me, and they were horny (and you
don't mess around with really horny guys!) As I moved
over to him I finally got a good look at his cock-as I
suspected, not too long, maybe six inches, but it was
indeed really fat, especially just under the head. And it was
veiny, and it was hard, and it was throbbing, bouncing
around on its own.

I straddled the friend's crotch and tried to slowly lower
myself down, but I just couldn't get it through at that
angle, I was too nervous still, I couldn't relax. The guy
was thrusting up, trying to ram it in as well, but it
kept sliding around my ass. He finally reached down to
steady his cock, and rancher guy suddenly grabbed my
shoulders. It's almost as though they had done this
before, they were so coordinated: rancher pushed me down
hard as his friend pumped up and I was impaled by that
plug. And then he told me to work it.

Rancher was still gripping my shoulders as I slowly
started to raise myself off his friend's cock. Apparently
I was not going fast enough, as the guy below barked at
me that I better ride his cock if I knew what was good
for me, so I did that. I just gritted my teeth and
started to ride him. It hurt, absolutely, but I knew that
it was my only way out of this situation.

And funnily enough, I realized that I had started to
fluff up quite a bit, that my cock was enjoying itself,
that the mixture of the fattie in my ass, the hottie
behind me, the entire scene was turning me on. Somebody
told me to jerk off as I rode that cock, and it was an
opportunity too good to pass up; I had cum once the nite
before, a big load, but I had been so horned up
afterwards that I had a lot still in me.

So I bounced on the cock below me while it was being
shoved in my ass, while rancher was rubbing his leaky
dick all over me, and I started beating off. I knew this
was dangerous for me: I have never been able to control
myself once I feel a nut coming on, and once I cum I
completely lose all interest in sex, and this time was no
exception. I could feel the switch in my crotch being
flipped, I could feel my balls tighten, I could feel that
incredible heat that happens as my cum rises to the
surface. The guys could tell that I was at the point,
because the one fucking me told me not to get any of my
jizz on him, or else.

I came, quite a bit actually, considering how much I had
cum the nite before, and it I did my best to catch all
that I could. My body started convulsing it was so
intense, and the guy below kept ramming his dick into my
hole. It must have been a good feeling for him, as I
could feel my ass spasm around his cock. And I was ready
to end the scene.

I was the only one in the room who felt that way. Rancher
guy was horny as hell still and told me to eat my cum. As
I said, I quickly lose interest once I spew and this was
no exception-and the last thing I wanted to do was to eat
the handful of spunk that I had. I hesitated a bit too
long, I suppose, because the guy fucking me said, 'Fine,
use it as lube then. Your ass is too dry for me'.

At that he kicked me off of him and told me to rub my
jizz into my ass (it actually felt soothing, to be
honest.) He then asked rancher if he wanted to fuck, and
rancher did. He lay down on the bed and told me to climb
on top, that he was going to cream my ass, that I needed
to work it out of him. As I have said all along, rancher
was hot (albeit a bit more edgy than I thought), and when
I reluctantly straddled him his cock found its mark, and
he plowed right in. His cock was not nearly as fat as his
friend's, although it was much longer, by several inches, and it was fat,
and due to all of the jizz in my ass and sweat and his
precum, he just sailed right through my finish line.

I enjoyed being on top of him; he was a gorgeous sight to
behold, with his hot face, his beautiful eyes, his whole
body-he was just hot, just beautiful. And he was horny,
and he needed to cum something fierce, and his cock made
that known. He pumped my ass good, just banging away,
gliding in and out. I got over my reluctance and started
to enjoy the experience.

Rancher's friend had not yet cum, and told me that I
still needed to get him off. He did not want to shoot in
my mouth, he said; he liked the feel of my ass,
especially the way that I worked his cock. While
rancher's cock was pumping away, I felt a new sensation:
a second cock rubbing against my ass, feeling around,
sniffing out an opening. I was freaking out-rancher's
cock was long, hitting the right spots, and he was a
hottie. His friend-looked okay, but had that nasty
attitude, and had that butt-plug of a cock. I was in no
position to object, though, so I tried to open myself up
the assault.

Rancher's friend kept rubbing his cock against my hole as
the rancher kept long-dicking away. In no time flat I
felt my asshole expand beyond all imagination, and the
friend's cock started drilling in. It hurt like hell; I
had never been double fucked before that (and have not
been since), and it took a lot to get accustomed to. But
rancher and friend did not seem to care about how I was
feeling-they had their nuts they were after. When one
pushed in, the other pulled out, when one pulled out, the
other pushed in, and they kept that up for a while. They
would quicken their paces, then slow them down (I
secretly think this was a way for them to get off on each
other, as they were essentially jacking off together,
just using my ass.) The feeling was overwhelming-after
the initial pain of it all, I grew accustomed to it all,
and I had the sensation of rancher plugging my prostate
and his friend stretching me out. If you've never tried
it, you totally should!

I was sandwiched between the two, and it was great. I was
hard as shit and loving it. I ran my hands over rancher's
chest, moving to his friend's legs, I just couldn't get
enough of them. It was ecstatic, and I was in ecstasy,
just loving the myriad sensations swarming through my
body. Rancher's friend was not quiet at all, calling me
all manner of names punctuated with rough jabs from his
cock, while rancher just had this expression on his face
that was priceless-he was in heaven.

'Let's cream him together.' That was from rancher's
friend, and at that they really got into sync, pumping me
in a steady rhythm. They were panting, sweating,
cursing-you name it, they were doing it. In seconds they
started shooting inside of me-not simultaneously, but
close enough to make it last for a good minute, I would
say. Once rancher's friend started to cum he squeezed my
ass hard and told me to milk his cock, to get it all out
of him, and I willingly obliged. I wanted his seed in me,
I wanted to remember this moment (and I did, obviously!)
Rancher just looked serene, gliding his cock in and out
and in and out of my slick ass.

After a point the guys were spent, and rancher's friend
yanked his cock out of my ass. What a sensation! I had
not felt this empty for at least an hour, and it was a
feeling of emptiness. Rancher pushed me off of him, and
it just made the feeling worse.

At this point I was pretty much shaking all over from
weakness, and my cock was as hard as a nail. Rancher
started to dress, but his friend was not yet finished.

'Here you go,' he said as he moved his cock to my mouth.
'I'm not going to go around smelling like ass for the
rest of the day.'

At that I took his deflating cock into my mouth, suckling
away. 'I've got to piss,' he said, and started to drain
himself down my throat. It was strong, pungent. He must
have felt clean enough and drained enough after a while,
as he pulled out and told me that was enough, he didn't
have time for a blowjob as well.

They both finished dressing while I sat on the bed naked,
feeling self-conscious. Rancher's friend wanted to know
where I was headed, what my route was. I mentioned that I
would drive up through Colorado, then on to Utah, Nevada
and finally work my way up to Seattle. He smiled. Rancher
asked what car I drove (91 Toyota Tercel, blue), and then
mentioned that he had a good friend in Nevada who would
find me.

I had no idea what he was talking about until I got to
Nevada, when I met the state trooper.

Thanks for the feedback! You can write me at
expatstud@gmail..com to chat about this true story.