"Can you lift me to Frisco please?" Pete asked.
"It'll cost you son!"
"Aint got no money"
"Who's taking money!"
This was just history repeating itself for Pete who had just hitch hiked this far with a couple of other truckers - who said they were going to Frisco but at the café stop said they weren't so he'd have to get another pick-up. Pete thinking what bastards they were too after all he had given them, first in the back of the truck and then in the motel when they hammered the asshole off him like he was a pin cushion.
So there he was again, same tune same story, he could get a lift but he'd have to pay with his ass, but now he not only had two to contend with as before, but three.
"So what do you say, punk, you want a lift or not!?" Yelled the guy with a Canadian accent.
But Pete was desperate to reach Frisco for his gig, it was a real opening for him as an up and coming drummer and he just could not miss out.
"Okay I'll go for it, but one at a time huh? And my name's Pete"
They all gave out a roar of laughter and Pete felt like a virgin hoping they would be gentle with him, he was still sore from the black guy who was bigger than the other, who gave him torture, now he saw there was another coloured guy, a white and a Chinese.
"It's gonna be tight sitting between three guys" said the driver whom the others called Jed, "but you have got a nice trim and tight ass so you won't have any problem, Ching here loves tight t asses so you had better sit across his knee, he will like that, wont you Ching?"
"Sure thing boss," Ching replied in a broken Chinese accent, his mouth looking like it was foaming as he nudged Pete upon his lap showing just exactly what he had in mind as he forced Pete's thighs apart and wedged his crotch with a good stiff hardness.
"Wow! Yelled Jed, just look at China boy here, he looks mighty hungry for ass if you ask me, he'll have Pete's jeans down to his knees in no time just you wait and see"
And he did and no messing, what had Pete got himself into, it was like out of one shag pile with the first truckers who gave him a lift to the second as Ching aimed to give him some of his kinda Chinese torture and before Pete could even resist his jeans were well and truly dropped like a flash and there was Ching's fat cock prodding underneath, Ching frantically splitting Pete's ass so he could get an entry, and. forced that it was, so Pete was obliged to assist because otherwise it would be most uncomfortable with Ching trying to enter him sideways, so Pete moved around over the top of Ching's lap and helped get it up him in the most undignified way.
Driver Jed was all eyes and nearly drove the truck into a siding saying that he knew about the rumour that Chinese cunt was sideways - "you moved at just the right time, son, Ching would have got you in a most uncomfortable position, he doesn't care you know!"
Meantime Pete was involved in the most energetic fucking he'd ever had in that position, the force of Ching's fuck bobbing him up and down as Ching really went for it big time, his mouth foaming and his vocal chords sounding like a tiger.
"Hey steady on, don't wear him out, we want a poke later you know Ching. Yelled Jed. But at that moment Ching came strong and filled Pete with his spunk and no messing, no condom or anything.