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A Gay, Naked Cross Country Adventure

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Challenged to go cross country by truck, being naked, with no money or identification
Cross County

One morning, Charlie approached me with a really lucrative challenge. He challenged me to go cross county by hitching rides with big rig truck drivers.

For his part, he was willing to pay 50,000 dollars when I reached 69 Brainerd Street in San Francisco. In return, I would travel naked, with no money or identification. At no time during the challenge could I cover my nudity or accept money. I would have to rely on the drivers for food and shelter. If I mentioned the challenge, the money would not be paid. I would have to use only my resourcefulness to reach the west coast.

To further entice me to take the bet, Charlie made arrangements for a driver to take me the first leg of the journey, from Norfolk, VA to Philadelphia, PA.

After which, I was on my own.

Charlie and I arrived at the TA truck stop and I scurried in between the trucks until I was safely inside the cab of the driver who was going to take me to Philly.

Charlie no sooner left when the driver turned to me and spoke. “I’ll turn on this rig as soon as you agree to suck my cock as I drive. And you keep on sucking until I tell you to stop or I cum. Understood?”

I nodded and as the driver pulled out of the lot in Ashland, I was bent over in the passenger seat, my head in the driver’s lap, sucking his cock. Once on the interstate, the driver lost no time getting on the radio and making contact with a fellow trucker who was also headed to Philly. When my driver learned that the other driver was headed to Chicago, my driver told the other driver that he had a vacuum cleaner he wanted to give away. I didn’t realize that the vacuum cleaner he was referring to was me.

I spent the next hour with my face in the driver’s crotch sliding my lips up and down his erect shaft.

When the driver had ejaculated in my face, he pulled my head up, put his right hand on my face and shoved me back into the front passenger seat.

We didn’t speak again for the rest of the ride.

It was dusk when we arrived at the Philly truck stop. The driver didn’t even look at me at he reached across and opened the passenger door. “Look for a Kenworth reefer with Illinois plates.”

I stepped down from the truck and made a quick dash for a row of tracker trailers.
How the hell I was supposed to find the correct truck in the dark was beyond me but I had to count my blessing. The same darkness the made it difficult to find the Kenworth also hide my nudity.

Just when I thought the coast was clear, two truckers rounded the corner and spotted me.

“Well. Well. Well. Look George. We got us a naked fag.” Before I could escape, the two men grabbed me, dragged me into the truck stop, tied my hands behind my back and blind folded me.

I heard a familiar voice say, “This is the vacuum [1] the other driver said he was bringing to Philly that I was telling you about. I told the driver that I was driving an IL plate, Kenworth.” After a couple of verbal snicker and jeers the voice continued. “Let’s see how good this vacuum can suck.”

Based on the number of voices, I knew I was in for a night of sucking cock. I hoped that all the cocks were healthy.

I lost count on how may cocks I sucked.
And of course, how can I forget the two guys who weren’t satisfied with a blowjob.

When my cock sucking and butt fucking were done, I thought I had EARNED my passage on the next leg of the trip. I thought wrong. The driver who set me up had left hours earlier after he was one of the first men to have the cocks sucked by me.

I was tied up, suspended in the men restroom with a broken broom handle tied to my ankles spreading my legs apart. Someone wrote a sign that they hung from the makeshift spreader bar. It read I was gay and wanted it up the ass.

I was able to see the restroom door and hope no one would enter.

My heart almost stopped when I saw a middle aged woman entered to restroom and spoke, “Good gosh. What have they done to you? I heard it on the C.B., they were advertising that they had a gay tied up in the restroom, waiting for anyone who wanted to put it to a fag. I thought it was a joke but had to check it out to be sure. The boys can sometimes go too far.”

The lady cut me down and started to put a blanket over me. I quickly thanked her for releasing me but shrugged off the blanket saying, “My skin can’t take anything on it. Do you have transportation?”

The woman laughed, “Look Dearie. If you call an 18 wheel Mack, transportation then yes.” The woman smiled and continued, “Let’s get you to the TRANSPORTATION.”

It was still dark as we used the parked trucks as cover as we made our way to her Mack. Once inside her rig, the woman had me lay down in her sleeper as she started up her truck. “I’m heard through the grape vine that you’re trying to make it to Frisco. Well, I’m going as far as Reno so relax.”

After a couple of hours resting, the morning sun woke me and I sat in the front passenger seat. My female rescuer asked, “Why are you naked?”

I knew I couldn’t mention the challenge so I said, “It’s a long story that I don’t want to talk about. So please don’t ask. The fact is I have to stay naked until I ready Frisco.”

“I’m sure you know that what happened to you back there at the truck stop will happen again. And next time you might not be so lucky.” She paused then asked, “Are you a fag?”

I nodded.

“So women don’t do anything for you. You have no desire to be close to women.”

I answered, “My closest friends are women, just not sexually. For sex, I like to be with men.”

Silence followed as the miles accumulated.

My driver spent the next two hours talking with her fellow female trucker on the C.B. until she secured me a ride with another female driver head to Frisco.

We stopped for breakfast. My driver went in to the restaurant and returned 15 minutes later with 2 coffees and a couple of egg and cheese croissants.

When we reached the border of Nevada, we stopped for dinner. We pulled into the truck stop and went to the very end of the lot, up against the bordering trees. My driver went inside to get the food while I sat in the cab. A black European Mercedes pulled up and a young, naked man stepped out and walked up to my window.

“I’ve been following you since I picked up the C.B. transmissions about a naked man needing to go to San Francisco. Are you headed to Brainerd Street? Because if you are, I’m headed there and you can hitch a ride with me.”

When he saw the hesitation on my face, he continued. “Or you can hitch a ride with another trucker who will get you to Frisco but you will still have to find you way from where ever you are dropped off.. And. Let’s face it. Travel with me. I always travel naked.”

I responded, “What will it cost me?”

The man smiled, “Oh. I’m sure we can work something out.”

The man’s erect cock was beckoning me. And the man knew it.

“Give me a minute to leave a note for this driver.”

Ten minutes later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of the Mercedes as we headed toward San Francisco. My new driver put the Mercedes on cruise control, moved his seat back as far as it would go and looked at me. I caught the obvious hint as I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. I felt his right hand rest on my head as I slowly slid my mouth up and down his thick shaft. When I tried to increase my speed, I felt a slight pressure on my head and his voice say, “Keep it slow and steady. I’ll let you know when.”

It took pretty boy 30 minutes of my sliding my warm mouth up and down his cock before he said when. How do I know? The radio was on and an average song is 3 minutes long and I heard 11 complete songs plus commercials. Not that I would ever complain about sucking another man’s cock. Too bad he wasn’t black.

Shortly after the elongated blow job I gave my driver, my naked, male driver stopped the car on the relatively deserted road.

“I’ve got to pee. Don’t worry about traffic. You may see one or two cars on this road in a day.” He said as he got out of the car and headed to the side of the road. As he got out, he took a brown paper bag from behind his seat and placed it just outside his car. Ok he’s a litter bug, I thought, as I got out of the car to join him. No sooner had I started urinating that I heard the car door close, the engine roar, and the car, my ride, made a quick U turn and speed off back down the road we just came from.

“Great.” I shouted. All this asshole wanted was a blowjob. He wasn’t headed for San Francisco. Now I was stranded naked, on a deserted road with no fucking idea where I am. The sun was high overhead in a cloudless sky. I remembered the weatherman on the radio saying it was going to reach 110 degrees by 2 pm.

Then I remembered. The litter bag, lover boy put outside the car. Maybe there’s something that will help me in this predicament.

I walked over to the brown bag, lifted it up off the hot pavement (it was surprisingly heavy) and carried it over to the small patch of grass. I sat down on a large bolder to give my feet a rest from the burning pavement and looked down at the bag.

I was shocked when I saw a small note taped to the folded over top. It read, “If you want to reach Brainerd Street, do exactly what this note says, in the order of their numbers. A black, windowless van will drive by in one hour. If you followed the note, the van will pick you up and drive to Brainerd Street. If you did not follow the note the van will pass by, never to return.”

I opened the bag and took out the following items each with a hand written note and an item number taped to it.
Item 1: Black ‘Sharpe’ magic marker with a note that read: Write “I am a fag” on your chest and “I love to suck cock” on your stomach.
Item 2: Jug of Mazola oil with a note that read: Apply over entire body including top of head.
Item 3: rubber ball gag on a leather strap and mini pad lock with a note that read: tightly secure ball gag in mouth and padlock it. Ball gag should be so tight that you cannot push it out with your tongue.
Item 4: Leather dog collar with a note that read: Even a fag like you can understand this one
Item 5: ankle shackles attached to each other with one foot long length of chain, two mini padlocks foot with a note that read: Secure ankle shackles to you ankles. Padlock them.
Item 6: metal hand cuffs with a note that read: secure your wrist behind you back.

Well. I had a choice. Take my chances that another vehicle would pick me up and not call the police or do what is written on the note and hope the van stops.

My inability to resist being humiliated in naked bondage made the decision easy.

I took the sharpie and carefully wrote on my chest, in big bold letters, “I am a fag” and “I love to suck cock” on my stomach. I carefully emptied the jug of Mazola oil over my head, stomach, back, groin, ass, thighs, and calves. I barely finished applying the oil as the heat of the day turned my naked body into a glistening display of million beads of oily sweat. I fastened the dog collar around my neck. The ankle shackles went on next making it difficult to walk other than taking baby steps because of the short one foot attached chain, causing. I paused before inserting the ball gag for I knew that once inserted and locked, I would not be able to talk which meant I could not call for help if I had to. I took a breath then inserted and lock the ball gag in place. Heart pounding, I handcuffed my wrists behind my back. The click of the cuffs sealed my fate at I was now bound naked and gagged on a deserted road.

It was now a waiting game as I walked slowly along the side of the road, avoiding the hot pavement but unable to escape the searing heat, intensified by the Mazola oil that beat down on my naked skin.

I heard a vehicle approaching and hoped of a black van and prayed it wasn’t a cop car.

I thought my heart would stop when the black and white patrol car pulled up in front of me.

Two officers got out of their patrol car after they called for additional officers.

Crap. Why do two policemen need to get additional officers to assist them with a naked, bound man who can barely walk? 5 minutes later, I understood why the call was made as four additional patrol cars from two different departments pulled up. It meant eight more cock I would have to deal with.

The notes on my chest and stomach said it all.

One of the officers looked at me and spoke, “We got a call from some guy with a blocked cell phone number saying that he had a present for us out here on this rural road. He said it was a sort of thank you for all we did to protect the public. He also said you did this to yourself for our enjoyment and that when we were done to return you to this very spot.” After a short pause to allow the other nine officers to surround me, he asked, “Did you do this to yourself?”

I took a deep breath, knowing that I couldn’t explain any of this, and slowly nodded.

“Well then,” the officer smiled. Let’s take this self-proclaimed fag back to the station and interrogate him. If he’s clean, we’ll set him free right back here.”

I was put in the back of one of the patrol car and driven to the station.

At the station house I was led into a jail cell where they used a set of handcuffs to attach the loop on my dog collar to the middle horizontal bar of the jail cell. This action forced me to be bent over at almost a 90 degree angle. I was at the angle perfect of butt fucking.

All I could do was stand there, drool and drip with oily sweat as each officer pushed his thick, hard cock into my ass. Each officer took their turn ramming me so hard that their thighs made a slapping sound against my ass cheeks. Pictures were taken of the entire event so the men could boast and gloat over fucking a fag.

My humiliation was intense and I loved every second of it. The coup-de-gras came when the men had finished and decided that a night stick would look good up my ass. Multiple thrusts of the thick, hard rubber, ribbed handle into my already tender asshole made me wince and moan with pain. The officers laughed and chided me with, “What’s the matter fag? Is the night stick to much for your gay asshole to take? Does it hurt? “Now it our night sticks turn to enjoy your ass.”

Each officer took their turn shoving their personal night sticks deep into my ass. My screams of pain were muffled by the gag so all that came out were perceived as moans of pleasure.

When my punishment ended, I was un-cuffed from the cell bar and walked into the line-up room were each officer posed with me for trophy pictures.

One of the officers winked, “Let’s give this fag a break. After all, e DID thank use for what we do.

A second officer agreed and took off my dog leash, flipped it over an pealed back the hidden Velcro seal. He removed a small key and proceeded to unlock me from my bondage.

“Now, doesn’t that feel better?” the first officer asked as I massaged my mouth.

“Yes sir.” I answered. “What going to happen to me?”

“Well. Based on what you’ve been through, I would suggest a sometime in the other room away from all that nasty bondage shit.” The officer smiled then continued.

“Reno. Why don’t you show this fag into the other room?

Reno nodded and motioned for me to follow. I noticed that I was being led to the cell block.

“Am I being arrested?” I quivered.

“Of course not,” Reno answered re-assuredly. “It’s to make sure you’re not disturbed.”

Reno opened the cell block door, pushed me into the room and quickly closed the door behind me. Back in the darkened cell block, there was an open recreational area. My jaw dropped. Naked and sore from my ordeal with the local officers took me off guard for I was now in the locked cell block with three naked inmates.

I knew what was ‘cumming’ as three erect cocks and three sets of eyes glared at me

When the inmates were done, Reno arrived and escorted me to the booking room where I knew I was going to be arrested.

Officer Johnson spoke as Reno and I entered.

“Well faggot, I hope you got your daily allowance of make penis. Let’s see, eight officers and four inmates make a total of 12 dicks. Oh Can forget the eight night sticks. Wow 16.”

Before I could respond, Reno and Johnson spun me around and quickly rebound me in my shackles, ball gag, leather collar and handcuffs.

“OH!” Officer Johnson broke the silence as he traced over the faded words that were on my chest and stomach. ‘I am a fag’ and “I love to suck cock’

I was led back to a patrol car, driven back to the very spot where I had been picked up. I was told to stand in the middle of the road as the patrolman walked to the back of his patrol car and pulled out a large 10 gallon pail.

“We didn’t have Mazola oil so all the guys and the inmate filled this bucket with their piss.”

The patrolman dumbed the pail over my head letting the warm urine drip down my face and nude body.

After which he returned to his patrol car and left. As he pulled away, he shouted out the window, “Hope your ride comes back. We kind of kept you longer than first anticipated. You know. You were having so much fun; we didn’t want to spoil it.”

I was now in deep trouble for I knew the black van was long gone. In my present state, naked, gagged and bound in the hot Nevada summer sun. Urine coating my nude, bound body., I resigned myself that I was going to die.

The day was still hot and humid as I baby stepped my way down the secluded road at least knowing that the local yokels wouldn’t bother me. Naked, bound, gagged and reeking of urine made each step tedious.

I gave up worrying about being discovered by a passing motorist so that when I heard an oncoming motor, I didn’t even turn around.

The sound of a truck’s air horn jolted me out of my lethargy and I turned to face the Mack truck and lady driver who had originally rescued me from the truck stop men’s lavatory.

The lady driver took one look at me and exclaimed, “Dearie! I have no idea what you just went through and basing it on your smell, I won’t ask, but you’re coming with me even if I have to you to San Francisco myself.
She walked me back to her truck, cut my ball gag and poured two gallon jugs of drinking water over my hot, abused body. I whispered that the keys to the anklets and handcuffs were in the lining of the dog collar.

A few minutes later, as I was sitting in the air conditioned cab of her rig; she told me that when she saw the black Mercedes headed back to the truck stop and I was not in the car, she knew something was wrong. She turned around, caught up with the Mercedes and forced it off the road.

“When the man got out,” she continued. “I kicked him in the balls. While he groaned in pain, he was very happy to provide me with some answers. Did I mention I had my boot pressing against his crotch at the time? He informed me that he had left you stranded on rural route 56 and that based on your gullibility, you would do what the note he left said. He was sure you were bound and gagged on the road waiting for him to return which he had no plans to do.”

“Did he tell you about the phone call to the local authorities?” I asked.

She nodded. “Do you want to tell me what happened? You don’t have.”

“Eight cops, four inmates and eight night sticks later and my asshole is really sore.” I managed a weak grin.

“Poor darling, you just go back there and lay down. Don’t worry about you getting anything dirty. I’ll clean it up later. Right now I’m headed for Reno where you can take a nice hot shower. Are you sure you don’t want to put on some clothes?”

“Thanks but no thanks. I really appreciate you rescuing me a second time. It’s really kind …...” I stammered.

The lady driver kept looking straight ahead but interrupted, “Look, I am sure there is a reason why you are doing what you are doing. And it is none of my business why. But if you want to talk about it, I got a lot of time to listen.”

I smiled and moved back into the rear bunk and quickly fell asleep.

My two time rescuer gently tried to wake me by rubbing her smooth right hand in my upper left thigh. I kept my eyes closed but was fully aware. I was curious what she was doing.

When she thought I was in a deep sleep, she left her right hand gently side down my thigh and onto my penis.

I continued to act as if I were in a deep sleep as she fondled my penis. I faked a moan, took a deep sigh and continued my charade for I knew she couldn’t stop herself as she used her right hand to fondle my thickening erection as she used her left hand to undress herself.

She was a lady in her late forties but as her clothing disappeared her body emerged as a firm, toned 30 year old. When she was completely naked, she slowly mounted my throbbing erection, allowing it to slide up deep inside her warm, moist pussy.

She froze only once when she thought I would wake but reassured that I was in a coma, she slowly rotated her hips as she repeatedly thrust her pelvic bone into my groin.

I could hold the charade no longer as I opened my eyes and smiled. As if on cue, she unleashed her full feminine fury as she increased her gyrations and thrusts, her big breasts now rapidly swaying back and forth.

She came, lying down on my chest. Our naked bodies touched each other with a soft tenderness.

She lifted herself off me, sat back and pulled her knees up to her breasts. With a soft mellow tone she asked, “For a fag, you fuck really well. How did I compare to your fellow fags?”

I smiled back at her, “I do occasionally break with tradition and work with the opposite sex. And I do have to say, you ARE sex.”

She got dressed and of course I remained naked as the two of us maneuvered ourselves around to truck lot until we reached the girls showers.

“We will go in together and use the same shower. I’m sure that under the current circumstances, a fag like you can share a shower with a female.” She smiled. “Remember the 60’s saying, “Save water, shower with a friend.”

We finished showering; she put on clean jeans and a shirt as we made it safely back to her rig.

“What will you do when your reach Frisco? And why Frisco?” she asked as she poured two cups of coffee from a thermo, handing one to me.

“To answer you second question. I’m headed to Brainerd Street.” I answered.

“Gay central, I know it well.” She interjected. “And my first question?

“I have a commitment to fore fill.”

Ten minute later my naked lady driver was asleep next to me.

We awoke and my lady went to the restroom, returning with a full thermo of hot coffee and a couple of egg biscuits. Minutes later she was behind the wheel as I sat naked next to her.

[1] Vacuum - A "code word" for Oral Sex usually involving a male receiving oral sex from another male and/or female.

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