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HUNGRY VALLEY We finally got Bryan to take his 4x4 off road. A bunch of the guys went up to Hungry Valley for some 4-wheeling, dirt biking, and camping. After twisting Bryan's arm, he decided to join us. So as the sun set in L.A., Bryan followed me in his red Toyota 4x4 up interstate 5 to Hungry Valley. We were to meet four other guys there. Carlos and Mike were going up in Mike's Ford 250 with Carlos ATV, and Dan and Mark were taking Dan's truck and two dirt bikes. We had our favorite camping spot all picked out far from the other truckers and dirt bikers up there. I pulled into the entrance of Hungry Valley, stopped my truck (the Extendr) and locked the hubs. Bryan had those sissy automatic hubs so he didn't have to get his hands dirty -- yet! We drove about 5 miles to the camp site and I purposely spun up as much dust as I could to dirty that pretty red virgin traveling behind me. The other four guys were already there standing around the fire with beer in their hands. Bryan and I parked out trucks forming a wagon- train circle around the file. I got out, said "Hi" to the guys, and unloaded the gear from my truck. I didn't want to haul all that stuff around tomorrow and I didn't want to have to set up camp after I had a few beers. Bryan did likewise, then I took him over to introduce him to the guys. Carlos was a tall Latin stud with 9 uncut inches who was always horney. When I introduced him to Bryan, they staired into each others eyes and I knew what would happen before the end of the weekend. Bryan was 28, 5'10, body-by-god, and a beard that made him look like a MAN -- a young man whose ass needed taming, but a MAN. Carlos had driven up with his buddy Mike, early 30's, moustache, dark hair, and kept Carlos...drained you might say. Dan and Mark were dirt bike buddies for years. Dan was the typical tall dumb blond cowboy type - Dan-the-dick-of-death I use to call him. Mark was the swimmer type. He was a scuba diver by profession so even at 35, he had the typical swimmers body only more mature. We had a few beers, set up camp, had a few more beers, Mike had to give a demonstration of the new winch he just installed on his truck, had a few more beers...boy were we getting loaded. Even Bryan was feeling no pain! From somewhere came a couple of joints and we all let out the stress of a weeks work. Carlos and Mike rolled over a log so we could sit by the fire, Standing was becoming difficult. We all sat there drinking like we were the sole supporter of Budwiser. Finally Mark staggered to his feet, turned 180 degrees facing the back of the log, whipped out his dick and started to piss. He was too loaded to even make it to the bushes. The power-of-suggestion then hit Mike who also rose to take a leak, but instead of turning right, he staggered left into the steam of used beer coming from Mark. At first Mike looked stunned, then he smiled and positioned himself so that the full stream of Mark's piss was drenching his jeans. Then Mike pulled out his piss-hard dick and reciprocated on Mark. The two hot men stood there soaking each other in the other's piss. The rest of us just watched with growing hardons as those two put on a show. Carlos had positioned himself on the log next to Bryan. He staired at Bryan's basket as it got hard from watching Mike and Mark. Carlos' hand dropped to Bryan's cock, but Bryan did not resist. He also wanted to see what was in the hot Latin's pants. "So you're new to 4-wheelin? ", Carlos said to Bryan, "well I've got a lot I can teach you." "When do we start?" asked Bryan trying to be innocent. "Right now. Guy, get your tow strap." I grinned since I knew what Carlos had in mind. Bryan just looked puzzled and said "What for?" I went to my truck and got out my 36,000lb tow strap used many times to pull or be pulled out of the mud pits. Bryan and Carlos staggered to their feet. "Let me show you some boy scout knots which you will need to know", said Carlos with sinister humor. He motioned Bryan to get into the bed of my truck and to put his hands on the top of the roll bar. Bryan was too drunk and curious to think about what was going to happen, so he just blindly obeyed. Before Bryan could even question what was going on, his hands were tied to the top of the roll bar. Then Carlos pulled Bryans legs back and spread them so that he could fasten his legs to the bottom of the kicker bar. Bryan was bent over, tied at four corners, his ass stretching his jeans tight. Carlos ran his hand over Bryans ass. "Nice, very nice." said Carlos. He then pulled out his knife and cut the back seam on Bryan's jeans and peeled them down to his knees. Bryan's cock was standing at attention and Carlos' cock was begging to be released from his jeans. He rubbed Bryan's ass and fondled his hole. Then Carlos pulled out his nine- incher and flopped it on Bryan's ass teasing his begging hole. Carlos grabbed Bryans balls and started pulling on them while Bryan started resisting. "Oh, you don't like that? Well, let's try this then". Carlos was wearing a truckers wallet. It had a chain connected to a leather ring on his belt. The wallet was heavy with paper and coins. He unsnapped it from his belt and connected the leather ring around Bryan's balls. The weight of the wallet pulled down on Bryan making him moan, but knowing he was in no position to argue. Carlos started the wallet swinging with one hand and stroking his 9-incher with the other. Dan and I watched as our own cocks hardened. Dan went over to the dirt bikes, grabbed a can of axle grease, and handed it to Carlos. Carlos put some on his cock, then stuffed a greasy finger up Bryan's hole. "No, no, not th..." Bryan started to protest, but before he could get the word out of his mouth, Carlos shoved his manstick full length up Bryan's unprotected hole. From the look on Bryan's face, you could tell that big dong had found it's mark and was more than a little painful. Carlos then pulled his uncut meat almost all the way out giving Bryan a moment of relief only to be followed by a full thrust again. Carlos pumped that ass with the full length of his cock. Slowly at first, then faster until he was pounding Bryan's ass. Carlos' balls banged against Bryan and the wallet was set in motion again pulling on his balls. Faster and harder he pounded, driving his meat deeper with each stroke. Finally he let his dick come all the way out and shot a hot load on Bryan's back. The cum rolling back down into the crack of his freshly reamed hole. By this time, the four of us were standing around stroking our meats as we watched Bryan get his initial introduction to off roading. Carlos jumped off the truck leaving Bryan tied there, ass still in the air, begging for more. Then Dick-of-death-Dan hopped up on to the truck and positioned himself where Carlos had just vacated. His reputation came from 10 inches which many could not even handle. Bryan moaned as Dan reamed his hole even wider than Carlos. Dan pumped, the wallet pulled, and Bryan moaned. One by one, we each had Bryan's ass that night. Each of us had cum except Bryan. Finally Carlos climbed back up into the truck and untied Bryan. He slowly rose to his feet, a little stunned, but with a slight grin on his face. His cock was still hard and he wished that HE could finally "get off". "Lesson 2", spoke Carlos, "You need to really FEEL your truck. Get in. Passenger side, FACING the seat". Bryan looked worried. FACING the seat? What did Carlos have in mind? Carlos got in the drivers seat and reached over to Bryan, pushing on his shoulder, and forcing his well fucked ass on the ball of the stick shift. "This is called POWER SHIFTING." Carlos started the engine. The vibration traveled up the gear shift and massaged the steal ball wedged up Bryan's ass. Carlos put the clutch in, gave it some gas, and the truck was in motion. Bryan could not believe what was happening. It was kinky, but he was getting off on it. He had used a vibrator before, but never a $15,000 one! Carlos pushed in the clutch and ordered "Second". Bryan shifted his weight causing the gear shift to shift into second gear. The engine revved, the vibration increased, the thought of what was happening made his cock about to shoot without even touching it. Carlos pushed in the clutch again and ordered "Third." Bryan shifted his weight causing the truck to go into third gear. Just then, his cock exploded shooting white juice all over Carlos' wallet still hanging from Bryan's balls. Carlos stopped the truck and let Bryan sit back in the passenger seat. Then he drove back to the camp. "You'll get he HANG of it, Bryan". Drunk, stoned, and satisfied, we all crashed out for the night. The next morning, we were woken by the sun breaking over the hills. Mike decided to borrow Dan's dirt bike so he and Mark could watch the sun rise from on top of the distant hill. Carlos and Bryan went off in Bryan's truck so Carlos could give Bryan some more "lessons". Dan and I have been having this ongoing competition about who was the better driver, who could take the roughest trails, the steepest hills etc. So Dan got into his gray Toyota 4x4 pickup and I got into the EXTENDR and we decided to have a little contest. With similar vehicles, it was a competition of mans nerves and skill, not horsepower. We had our CB radio's tuned in so we could have an ongoing conversation while we drove. We drove up east Freeman canyon, down the roads marked with black squares meaning they were the most difficult trails. I followed without a problem. Then it was my turn and I decided to fix him good. I picked Backbone Trail -- it was so steep and narrow that it had a sign saying "No 4x4's". He followed without a problem also. Then over the CB radio he gave me the challenge. "If you can pick a trail that I can't handle, you can have my ass. But if I can pick one that you can't handle, then I get YOUR ass -- and none of this it's-too-big bullshit." "Fair enough.", I acknowledged. We traveled over Quail Pass, up some hills which would have rolled the truck for sure if I wasn't parallel to the fall line. Finally we idled at the bottom of a really steep hill. Trucks parallel facing the hill. We looked at each other thru the window reaffirming the challenge. "Your ass or mine", he said. We started up the hill. It was easy at the bottom, but as we got half way up, it got pretty steep. I shifted into low range. All four wheels were spinning and dirt was flying off the front wheels past the window. We were "neck and neck". Then I thought about that huge piece of meat between that man's legs. I wanted his dick more than I wanted his ass, so I let up on the gas and allowed him to inch ahead of me. "What's the matter? Too steep for you? You know what that means!", he said. "Ok, you win", I said thinking that actually I was going to be the winner. We slowly rolled backwards down from the hill back to level ground. "Head for those trees over there and let me have my trophy" he announced over the CB. If anyone was monitoring that channel, I wondered what they could be thinking we were talking about. I pulled under the trees and tuned off the engine. Then I got out of my truck, took a hit of water from the canteen, and passed it to him. He dropped the tailgate to his truck, took a step back, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled out huge hunk of meat that was just beginning to get hard. "Lube it up good with your mouth", he ordered. I got on my knees and started to put my mouth around that 10 inch monster. I could hardly get the head into my mouth much less the whole cock. Without much effort, his cock got as long and hard as the handle on a hammer only thicker. Then he pulled me off the ground by the shoulders and threw me over the tailgate of his truck. He spit in his hand and applied the spit to my dry tight ass. That was all the lube I was to get to take this cock that so may other guys just couldn't take. I felt the head of his cock at my ass. It was like someone trying to shove an apple up my ass. With his cock at my ass but not in it, he pulled my head back by the hair and said "Who's got more balls?" "I do", I said teasing him. "Oh yea?", and he shoved the head and four inches up my ass. The pain was beyond pleasure, and yet I loved it. He pulled his dick out giving me a moment of rest. "Who does?", he asked again. "I do", I said again. This time he shoved six inches up my screaming hole. I moaned with pleasure/pain. "Who does?" "You do." "You bet your sweet ass, and that's exactly what I'm going to take.", he said as he started pumping. Slowly at first, then faster and deeper. Finally I could feel his body hit my ass and I knew that I had taken the entire 10 inches. He reamed my ass for what seemed like eternity. I prided myself in being able to take that huge dong -- bigger than most guys could take. My ass was being split wide open by the pounding of that dick-of-death. My ass was dry, that dick was huge, and I was sure I must have been bleeding from the shear size of it by now. "Enough, sir, please, I can't take it any more." I begged. "I thought we agreed you wouldn't make me stop. OK, I'll let your ass have a rest -- until next time. But your ass is going to service my cock until you can climb steeper hills or prove to be a harder driver than I am." "OK, you win", knowing that really, I win! He pulled his dick out of my ass and only stroked it a couple of times before he shot his load over my back. If I had just hung in there a little longer... I pulled up my pants, he put his cock back into his jeans, patted me on the ass, and we headed back to camp. Mark and Mike had finished their ride and were heading back to the camp for a beer. As they approached the camp, it was vacant as they had expected. Dan and I were out in our trucks, Bryan and Carlos were out in his, so there was just Mike's truck and a third bike in the camp. Third bike? They only brought two and they were riding them. As they got closer, Mike noticed his truck door was open and two legs sticking out. The noise from their bikes warned the trespasser who quickly got out of the truck and back on his bike. It was some kid in a motorcross uniform obviously trying to steal the CB radio out of Mike's truck. The kid took off down the road and Mike and Mark took off after him. As they raced away from the camp, they passed Bryan and Carlos who were also returning. Mark waved to Bryan to follow them. The dirt bikes were much faster and quickly lost the truck. Carlos then radioed to Dan and I to intercept the three bikes on Gold Hill road on the way up Alamo Mountain. We cut across a meadow and reached Gold Hill road just as the bikes were passing. The kid tried to dodge us by taking some bike trails parallel to the road. He hit a log, however, dumped his bike, and took off on foot. Mike and Mark followed on their bikes until the trail ended, then they laid their bikes down and headed on foot after the kid. Mike was only a few feet behind the kid, so he took a leap and tackled the kid to the ground. Mark was right behind him and helped Mike hold him down. Dan and I arrived and Mark explained what the kid had done. We hog tied the kid and hauled him and his bike back to our camp. The thief was a good looking kid in his mid twenties and the tight motorcross uniform made him look really hot. We tied him to a tree while we decided what to do next. Once he was fucking with MY truck, I think I should decide what to do with him", said Mike. Then Mike went over to his truck, started the engine, and drove to within 10 feet in front of the hostage. "I've been wanting to try out this winch, and I'm going to teach this punk a lesson." He got out of the truck, released the clutch on the winch, and unwound about 10 feet of cable. He then took the hook on the end of the cable and attached it to the front of the expensive motorcross uniform pants. "What are you perverts going to do?" the kid protested. Mike just smiled and started the winch. The motor turned, winding the cable back in, and ripping the uniform off the punk's body as easily as peeling the skin from a banana. The kid looked real worried now. He was tied to the tree, naked from the waist down, and his dick starting to get hard. He didn't dare make any more "pervert" comments since he knew we were serious. Mike was not done yet. He pulled out a metal cock ring and fitted it on his captive. Then he pulled out some more cable and attached the hook of the cable on to the cockring. The kid panicked. "No, no, I'm sorry. Just let me go. I'll do anything. Come on, guys, I didn't mean anything by it..." Mike's threat was sufficient. "I think we're going to need a sex slave tonight, guys, and he's it!". Mike untied the kid from the tree, but left his hands tied. He pushed the kid over to the truck intending him to sit on the bumper. The kid landed on the ball of the trailer hitch which easily went up the kids ass and attached him to the truck. Mike then whipped out his dick and started pissing in the kids face. The kid tried to avoid the yellow steam, but couldn't get away from it. When the last drops of piss were drained from his dick, Mike shoved his cock into the kid's mouth. "Suck on this, punk, and if I feel your teeth, this winch will make your cock 3 feet long!" The kid sucked eagerly. Anything to avoid the alternative. The kid wasn't a bad cocksucker either. He must have had some prior experience. "Now suck all of my friends.", Mike commanded. One by one we each face fucked the kid, letting him clean the sweat and dust from our cocks after a long day of riding and driving. "We're going to need your tow strap again, Guy". They hoisted the kid on to the bed of my truck and attached him to the roll bar where Bryan had been the night before. The kid knew what was coming and tears started coming to his eyes, but he dared not say a thing. With the kid's uniform ripped off, his ass was an easy target. Mike grabbed the axle grease and put some on his cock, but he left the kid's ass dry. Mike then rammed his cock up the kids ass mercilessly raping the hole. The kid started to cry, but said nothing. Mike's rythm increased until he erupted and shot a warm load up the kids hole. Mike jumped off the truck and Mark took over next. We spent the whole evening taking turns with the punk thief's ass. Finally, when none of us could cum any more, Mike untied the kid. "You've got 30 seconds to get out of our sight or you'll be here all day tomorrow also." The kid was too sore to move quickly, but he climbed off the truck, got on his bike, and drove away. As he rode away, he was standing on the foot pegs since his bar ass was too sore to sit down on the seat -- not to mention an ass full of cum! We all wondered how he would explain to his friends where he had been all day and why he didn't have any pants on! Sunday morning I was awaken by some moaning and heavy breathing. I checked my watch and it was 4:30. I rolled over to find Carlos pounding the hell out Bryan's ass again. "Don't you guys ever sleep?", I complained. Since I was awake anyway, I decided to start a fire, make some coffee, and watch the sun rise. The other guys woke up from the smell of the coffee and we started breaking camp by 7am. Instead of heading back to L.A., we agreed to make a side trip to Little Rock Reservoir to give Bryan one more lesson. Little Rock Reservoir was almost dry except for a small deep area of water near the base of the damn. We drove down to the edge of the water. The water was only an inch or so deep there and the lake bed was still somewhat firm. As each truck drove thru, however, the dirty water turned to muddy water, then the muddy water turned to mud, and the mud turned to thick slop which coated the trucks. As each truck churned up the mud, it got deeper and thicker. The trick to the mud pits, which we didn't tell Bryan, was to stay out of the muddy ruts from the truck in front and to keep your wheels on the firmer unchurned mud. Bryan's bright red truck was still only a little dusty when he first arrived at the reservoir, but after three or four trips thru the mud, there was hardly a red spot left to be seen. The game was to see who could keep from getting stuck! Since Bryan was driving in the sloppy ruts from the truck ahead of him, by the third pass he was high centered with all four wheels just spinning mud against the truck without moving. Bryan was stuck in the mud pits real good! He stepped out of his truck to survey the situation and immediately sank knee deep in the muck. We all stopped on firmer ground looking at Bryan stranded in the middle of the mud pit and applauded. It was bad enough that his truck was dirty, but now HE was even dirty. I backed the Extendr as close as I could to him without getting my wheels into the mud, hooked the tow strap on to the hook on my bumper and waded out thru the mud to hook the other end to Bryan's truck. He was all pissed off, shouting and cursing about dragging him out on this trip and getting his beautiful red truck dirty, that had never seen dirt before this weekend. He picked up a handful of mud and threw it at me. Then I picked up some and threw it at him. Within moments we were both wrestling in the muck, covered head to toe in mud, and having a great time. Then the other guys came out to break us up, and pretty soon, all 6 of us were wading in knee deep mud like some grade school kids. Hands were everywhere groping, wrestling, and experiencing the sensation of the crude we avoided as adults. Our roudiness caught the attention of some straight 4-wheelers who stopped to watch a good fight or see if we were ever going to be able to get Bryan's truck out of the mud. There were some real hunky straight dudes there. Shirtless guys catching a few rays between demonstrations of their machoness with their trucks. We called a truce so we could get Bryan's truck out of the mud pit. Then Carlos grabbed Bryan from behind, dragged him over to the deep water, and threw him in, cloths and all, to wash the mud off. Soon we were all diving in to rinse off the mud and cool off after that hot time. "Well, Bryan, you finally EARNED your wheels this weekend. We can't rib you about your pretty red truck anymore.", said Carlos. Bryan just stood their smiling and said "When's the next trip?"