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Subject: {ASSM} Strangesex#5 (True,mm/mf,drugged,hitchhiking,anal,oral,slave)
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Sex
                        The great obsession.
                        These are the stories of my lives.  
                        Its permutations of cocks and cunts, holes and
moans and slick fluids.
    The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to a virtual
exhibitionism.  I am able to fuck and get fucked in public.  There is
no kinky activity I have to hide away for fear that my "normal"
friends would consider me a deviant reprobate.  All of us voyeurs can
watch as I relive my sex life and expose all of the perverse things
that I have done and that have been done to me - things that I have
never told anybody.     All of the stories written here are true. 
They have been eroticized to appeal to a wide audience, but the the
actual "scenarios" happened.
    This is the continuing autobiographical adventure that I have
already chronicled in "My Sex Life" #1 thru #26 or #27 or so - under
the authorship of im_sub@hotmail.com
    I no longer have any copies of these escapades, but they can be
found at Google Groups by doing an advanced search for the author
IM_Sub@hotmail.com  Except for the chapters that can't be found and
are lost in cyberspace.   If anyone has these missing chapters, feel
free to email them to me at Strangesub@yahoo.com
   Otherwise, don't ask, because I don't have.
   If you would like to comment on these stories, criticize them, or
whatever, send inquiries to strangesub@yahoo.com

                The Stupid Hitchhiker Who Gets Royally Fucked
  It was the summer of '75 
  I had just had a nice friendly fuck with an old girlfriend,
introducing her to the finer sensations of getting fucked up the ass
and now I was off once more into the wild blue yonder, hithchhiking my
way across America.
    Somewhere in Vermont I was picked up by an old, grizzled truck
driver.  It was towards the evening and he stopped at a truck stop to
eat and rest for the night.  He bought me dinner and afterwards we sat
in his cab drinking a bottle of vodka. I believe we each drank about
half of it.  I did not normally drink large quantities of vodka or any
other particular liquor at the time, and I became extremely
inebriated, highly intoxicated, as in stinking drunk.
  When he suggested I go in the sleeper part of the cab to lay down,
it sounded great to me.  When he asked me to take off my shoes and
socks so I wouldn't get his bed dirty, I was more than happy to
oblige.  I was so thoroughly plastered that when he crawled into the
sleeper with me and started taking all my clothes off, I just figured
"what the hell," it was his truck and it was so nice of him to let me
be naked there.  I was just another hitchhiking piece of meat to him.
  He was pleased when he grabbed my hard cock that I was ready for
this particular adventure.  Without much preliminary anything, he
turned my young, naked body on my side and pressed up against me,
spreading my asscheeks with his hands.  His hard cock felt grizzled
and rough as he pressed it against my anus.  I cried out when he
pushed it in me, thinking it felt like a corncob going up my ass.  I
grunted in pain, but the alcohol had anthestitized me and my head was
so totally fucked up that I didn't stop him from what, as far as I
could tell was him fucking me dry.
  He quickly came, shooting his spunk into my bowels and then promptly
fell asleep.  I also passed out with his cock still in my ass.
  Now, sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I woke
up with my guts churning, totally, totally fucked up,
sick and still drunk out of my mind.  I literally fell out of his cab,
naked and crouched by the truck trailer wheel getting violently ill.
   I puked and I shitted all over the ground wishing I
could die and in the process I managed to puke and shit on myself. 
After an eternity of voiding my body from both ends, I crouched there
in a dazed, sick stupor - knowing I couldn't go back in his cab
covered with shit and barf - but not knowing what else to do except
crouch there in this huge truck parking lot, totally naked at 1 or 2
o'clock in the morning.
  I practically passed out leaning against the truck wheel, still
drunk out of my gourd, still ill, my asshole hurting like hell,
stinking, feeling like I was on a very bad trip as every so often,
trucks would drive by, bathing me in their headlights.  They probably
didn't see me, or they simply didn't want to get involved.  I had no
idea what to do.  I was incapable of cogent thought.
   Then, out of nowhere, suddenly, a couple was standing over me.
   He was a very skinny, scruffy, white guy
and she was an extremely fat, obese, short black
woman.  I tried to mumble some kind of apologies or explanations, but
they were just as kind as they could be.
   "Are you all right, honey?" asked the black woman. "Cause you sure
as hell don't look it."
   I almost broke down and cried.  I started babbling about how I was
drunk and I got sick and I was hitchhiking and I couldn't go back into
the cab, not like I was, and maybe I could get cleaned off somewhere,
did they know anywhere, and so forth on and on and on, whining out my
fucked up troubles.
   "Look," said the skinny white guy, "I'm Frank and this is Clarise. 
I'm gonna something to cover you up out of the cab and we'll take you
over to the showers to get cleaned up."
    I was so pathetically grateful as I cowered on the ground at
Clarise's feet while Frank clambered up to the cab and rummaged
around.  Old grizzly never woke up and soon Frank popped out with a
shirt - I think it was "grizzly's."  It barley covered my ass and
cock, but I was still much too fucked up to care, I just couldn't
stand being shitty and pukey.
    "Hey, I noticed that your friend in the truck was naked too," said
Frank, as they helped walk toward the showers. "Did he fuck you?"
    Damn.  That was pretty blunt, I feebly thought.  Fuck it.
    "Yeah, he was giving me a ride," I said as if that explained it.
    "Did you like getting fucked?" continued Frank.
    "Uhhhh," Damn, I thought again.  We were almost to the building. 
"Well, yeah, I guess...."
    "Honey," said Clarise as we went inside, "do you have anybody
you'd like us to call for you?  You know, maybe a mother or father?"
    OH Fuck No! I thought.  That's all I needed. 'Mrs. Moran - we
found your boy Greggy in a parking lot, naked, after getting fucked in
the ass, with shit and puke all over him.  He'd like to talk to
you....'
    "No," I said.  "I don't have any parents.  I'm just trying to get
out to... California to maybe pick up something to do there."
    We walked into the shower room and I stripped off the shirt,
getting under water as fast as possible. It was heaven.  Unimaginable
heaven.  I was so happy to be out of the filth and wash up, that I
simply took it as a matter of course when Frank started taking off his
clothes and told me to make sure my asshole was good and clean.  I was
a little bit surprised, but only a little.  Why not, I figured.  They
helped me out and I was still seriously drunk and still a little sick.
 I turned my ass towards him, spread my asscheeks and started
massaging my own assbud with my fingers, inserting my fuck finger
inside, lubricated by soap and water and enjoyed ministering to my own
asshole after the rough punishment it had just received
  When Frank joined me in the shower, naked, while Clarise watched, it
still seemed the natural thing to happen, in my liquor induced fog. 
His stiff cock was actually smaller than man, about 5" long and only a
little bit thicker than I was.  Telling me what a nice ass I had, he
bent me over to the floor and soaped up his tool while replacing my
finger fucking with his fingers. I groaned as he fucked my ass again,
using the soap as a lubricant. (Do you know that soap burns and it
doesn't feel slippery very long?)  With Clarise watching us, it was
actually kind of erotic.   I started maoning and grunting as he fucked
me in and out, the hot shower water cascading over the both of us.  He
also came rather quickly.  He pulled his cock from my ass and told me
I'd do just fine.  I was happy that he was pleased.
  As we were drying off, Clarise gave me pill that she told me would
settle my stomach and make me feel good.  I was also happy with that
and I was feeling so lucky that I had run into these nice folks as we
walked back to their truck.  I have not the slightest idea of what was
in that pill, but, I would of guessed, if I could have even thought
about it at the time, that it was part halluncinogen; part speed or
caffeine; and part whatever the equivalent of Viagra was back then.
  By the time we got back to their truck and they had me lie down in
their sleeper cab, I was very hard and very horny.  My asshole was hot
and puffy with both Frank's and old Grizzly's cum leaking out and my
cock was pulsing as I watched this very obese black woman wriggle out
of her clothes and sidle her naked body up to mine.  Clarise straddled
my face with her dripping wet cunt as Frank drove out of the truck
stop.  She almost suffocated me to orgasm.  Somewhere, far, far away,
in a dusty, unused corner of my mind, the fact registered that I was
totally naked with a giant, wet vagina plastered to my face and that
all of my clothes; all of my money; all of my stuff; was in old
Grizzly's truck.....
  I never saw any of my stuff again.
  Clarise used me for a long time, smothering me with her cunt, while
I ate her to orgasm and then she crushed my stomach as she rode my
cock, making me shoot my cum up her deep, red snatch.  She sucked me
hard again and kept on playing with me for a while until at some point
I actually passed out during the sex play.
  When I awoke, my cock was still painfully hard; I was in some kind
of drugged stupor and I had to piss to beat the band.  I managed to
stick my head out of the sleeper and communicate this to Frank, who
was still driving (Clarise was totally asleep, her vast naked body
still steaming with sex.  The sex smell of the cab was totally
overwhelming and I felt our combined, dried juices all over my body).
  Frank took another half hour to find a truck stop, driving off of
the interstate to get to a particular place where he wanted to go.  I
was in an erotic, euphoric agony of having to pee and was pathetically
grateful when we stopped. He rummaged around and found a pair of
shorts for me to put on.  A pair of his.  Which was ridiculous.  His
stupid shorts were so small on me that my thighs were squeezed into
them and I could not zip up the zipper.
  "You're too damn randy," said Frank, smiling. "Look, just do this."
  He yanked my hard meat sideways, pushing it painfully down the short
pant leg and squeezed the zipper about 1/4 of the way up, just enough
to cover my cock root.
  The placed we had stopped at looked like some kind of run down,
seedy strip joint or bar, but I never saw the inside as Skinny took me
aroundt the back entrance to the men's bathroom.
  There was one other guy in the bathroom as we walked in.  He just
seemed to be hanging out.  All I was wearing was Frank's shorts. I had
to open then back up and push them down from my ass in order to pull
out my cock and pee through this massive hard on.    I was - for all
intents and purposes - naked at the urinal - with my cock pulsing and
my bare ass showing.
  As I finally let my piss fly through my still hard cock, the other
restroom attendee openly admired me, smiling at my show. Still doped
up, I smiled back at him.  It seemed the thing to do.
  After I was done pissing, Frank told me to step out of his shorts
all the way.  I smiled and shrugged, facing the guy watching, and
shucked off Frank's shorts  I just stood there, naked, my hard cock
still throbbing, while this other guy watched. I was very high, very
sexed and still an exhibitionist pervert.
   Frank walked over to the guy and they spoke in low voices.  I saw
money change hands, which I found curious, but it was something way
apart from me in my drugged sexual high. I was ready for anything as 
Frank walked back to me, slapped my naked ass and directed me into a
stall.  The other guy followed me in and closed the door. He
instructed me to sit down on the toilet and he pulled out his dick.  I
took his flesh into my mouth and sucked him hard, enjoying the feel of
cockflesh in my mouth again until he had me get up and turn around. 
He juiced up my asshole with his saliva and I was fucked once more,
lubricated only with the leftovers of Grizzly's and Frank's cum and
this guy's spit. Although his cock was not that big,it still hurt and
I protested at the pain of this new intrusion.   But my achingly hard
dick belied my grunts of pain as he reamed my asshole, plunging his
dick into the hilt.
  "Fuck boy, you have one tight asshole," he grunted with pleasure as
he started to fuck me hard.
  I groaned, echoing in the toilet bowl as I bent over farther, my
face nearing the water, my long red falling in and getting wet.  I
gripped the sides of the bowl as he slammed in and out of my ass
saying "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
  He stiffened and I felt him shoot,pulsing, coating my burning
asshole with a new load of cum.
  He stood there for a moment, his cock still lodged in my ass, his
hard breathing slowing until he pulled out. He grabbed some toilet
paper, wiped off his cock and tossed the used shitstained paper into
the bowl next to my head.  I just stood there bent over,panting in
trembling pain, clutching the toilet and feeling his burning cum in my
ass until he opened the stall door and left.
  I started to relax when immediately, another pair of hands spread my
asscheeks. Shit, I moaned as another fat cock forced its way into me,
fucking my abused asshole once again.
  I could barely stand up when this second guy was done, so Frank came
into the stall and helped me and back into his shorts. My dick was
still hard, but I was having trouble walking as my now totally
inflamed asshole pulsed with pain.
   This was still the first night that Frank and Clarise met me, but I
now had no sense of time or reason. My whole body quivered as I again
passed out in their sleeper, fantasizing a whorl of raunchy thoughts
about how I somehow really enjoyed being a whore for these strangers
to use me for their pleasure.
  I remember waking up during that day in somehat of a mild panic - as
in ''''what the fuck was going on??'''   Sex was all well and good,
but I was supposed to be going to Colorado and here I was, still
naked, with a burningly fucked asshole, a still painfully hard pecker
and with none of my stuff.
  I peeked out of the sleeper and tried to explain my fears to
Clarise,(who was driving by this time) and Frank, but they reassured
me that we were on the way to Colorado and that they would set me up
with whatever I needed to replace my stuff.  Then they fed me and I
took another one of their pills.
  When I woke up again, I was still hard and now hot and horny again
and totally wasted on whatever drug was in that pill.
  "Damn," said Frank as I poked my head out of the curtained sleeper,
"I've been waitng for you to get your lazy ass up.  Lie on your back
and stick your head out here."
  In my drugged stupor, I did as I was told and laid back, my head
dangling down in the large empty area between the two seats, my legs
spread with my feet on the back wall of their sleeper.
  Crouching down in the cab, Frank got up and unzipped his fly,
opening his pants.  He took his stiff meat out and just slid it into
my unresisting mouth.  Then he stood there, relaxed, his cock filling
my mouth, his hands lightly grasping my face.
  "No, don't do anyhing," he said as I automatically began to suck on
his meat.
  We both were both motionless for about a minute, until suddenly he
thrust, driving his prick into my throat and I felt hot liquid sear
into me as I tried to keep from choking.
  Shit!  He was pissing directly down my esophagus, burning me with
his scalding fluids.  My body bucked and shuddered while he gripped my
face tightly now, emptying his bladder into my face, using me for his
toilet.
  This was not the first time I had drunk piss and I tried to go with
his flow and not choke or spew up the contents of my stomach.  His
cock was only average size and I even mangaged to breathe shallowly
through my nose.
  When he was done, I felt him soften slightly and he withdrew his
cock from my now acid mouth.
  "You are so fucking good, boy," said Frank, "Now, don't be getting
sick.  Just slide your ass around here this way."
  I turned around ignoring the nauseous feeling in my stomach, mouth,
and throat - my cock still hard and my head still drugged.
  "No, don't turn over," said Frank, "Just give me your legs."
  I did as I was told and he pulled my feet up, fastening them to some
dangling ropes on the top of the cab, leaving me spread-eagled with my
ass raised right at the edge of the sleeper.
  He put a jar of Vaseline in my hand and told me to get myself ready.
 Hurriedly, grateful for the chance to lube my asshole, I scooped up
some jelly with my fingers and massaged the goop into my asshole,
shoving my own fingers in to mix the Vaseline with the old cum that
was still inside of me.  My ass slid farther into the cab as I
massaged my own anus, slicking it up, enjoying the slippery sensations
until Frank removed my hand and thrust his now hard cock into me,
gripping my thighs with his hands.
  "OOOooouuhhhh,mmm  fuck fuck," I moaned again, the truck bouncing
down the road while Frank jammed his stiff tool in and out of my
asshole.
  I used my Vaseline slicked hand to start jerking on my own naked
cock while Skinny grunted with sastisfaction, shooting his hot seed
into my bowels and I came, spurting my own cum all over my stomach and
hand.
  I don't know how long I laid there, but my cock barely softened and
they didn't untie my ankles.
  When it was nighttime again, Clarise again got in the back and rode
my face and now sore cock to her own orgasm.  This time, when they
stopped the truck, they handcuffed me into the sleeper, telling me
that they didn't want me playing with myself while they were gone.  I
was really too drugged to care and my prick was still so hard that it
hurt.  I was no longer thinking anything in any way coherently.
    They kept on driving until sometime in the middle of the night
where they again drove at least half hour or more off the highway to a
strip joint.  At least that's what I thought it was when they brought
me inside (still dressed in too tight shorts, but now with a too tight
shirt too).
  Frank gave me the jar of Vaseline and led me to the toilets again. 
This time, he just had me go in a stall and told me to shit or piss or
whatever, but to clean my asshole totally with the Vaseline.  I had no
problem with this as I really wanted to ease the inflamed walls of my
anus and rectum.  I stayed in there for awhile, playing with my
asshole and cock, enjoying the more gentle sensations that I invoked.
  We went into the bar area and joined Clarise who was watching the
strippers onstage.
  They bought me a beer and we sat there for awhile until a guy came
over and sat down with us.
  "Hey Franky," he said.  "We don't have anybody for you tonight, but
maybe you and your ladyfriend can share."
  "Nope," said Frank, "I brought my own entertainment tonite, but I'd
like to rent him out in a booth."
  "Sure," said the guy, giving me the once over, "You going to sit?"
  "Yep. This boy is into anything at all, so you just send anybody you
want on up."
  "Damn," said the barman,  "I'll do that.  Girls too?" 
  "Huh, I don't know..."
  Frank turned Clarise.  "He like to fuck women?"
  I almost writhed in my chair.  This bizarre conversation was making
me hot all over again.
  "He's okay" she smiled.
  "Okay, let's go.  Send 'em on up, John."
  With that, Frank and I got up and walked through a door up some
steps into a hallway.  He opened the first door we came to and
gestured me in.
  It was a booth with darkened glass overlooking a movie theater.  The
screen showed an fuckfest going on and the sounds of sex were loud in
the little room.
  "Take off your clothes." ordered Frank.
  I obliged, stripping off the shorts and shirt and handing them to
him.
  "You just wait in here and watch the movie.  People will come in
here from time to time and you do whatever it is that they want you to
do, no holds barred.  Understand?  And don't jerk off.  Got it?"
  I stupidly nodded, a small corner of my psyche protesting that this
was not right, but the rest of me almost shaking with sexual hunger. 
He took the clothes and left me there, totally naked.
  I watched the film for awhile, squeezing my nipples and creating
other erotic sensations, occaisionally sticking a finger up my well
slicked but burning asshole.
  The door opened and a man walked in who looked like a little fussy
accountant.  He walked over to the window and, without looking at me
at all, he pulled down his pants and started fondling his cock.
  "Lick my asshole." he said in a low voice.
  I got down behind him, spread his asscheeks and started licking.
  "Tongue it deeper" he demanded, pushing his ass back into my face.
  I thrust my tongue into his funky asshole, stretching it to go into
him as I felt him jerk his cock faster and faster until he came,
spurting his seed on the darkened glass.
  "Damn, I got some on my hand," he complained.
  He pushed my head away form his ass, wiping his hand on my face and
hair.  Then he pulled up his pants and left.
  Frank gave me a beer to rinse out my mouth.
  I spent the night naked in that booth, sucking cock and getting
fucked up the ass until it was drenched in cum.
  Some father brought his son with him.  The son was getting married
in a couple of weeks and Dad wanted him  to experience ass fucking for
the first and maybe last time.  They both fucked me at the same time,
my mouth and ass, switching places, laughing like crazy, until they
both shot their loads.
  A couple of guys wanted to suck me until I came.  It was painful the
second time around, but I still managed to give him some cum.
  Another guy wanted to eat my asshole.  That was great.  He ate up
all the loose cum and rimmed me until I moaned with pleasure.  Then he
jerked off, shooting his sperm onto my still throbbingly hard cock.
  Many of these guys tipped me, but as I was stark naked, stoned horny
and had no place to put it, I just gave it to Frank everytime he
walked in.  I think that pleased him - that I gave it to him without
being asked.
  No women ever came in.
  At some point, Frank took me to the bathroom where he helped wash me
up.  My asshole was practically numb, but it felt hot to the touch. 
It had also opened up and I could put two fingers in there with almost
no resistance.  Again, a teeny tiny part of my mind was worried at
this, but most of me just want to pass out and forget about it. I put
Frank's stupid clothes back on again, went back to the truck and just
passed out.
   Sometime during the day, I woke up ate and went to a truck stop
bathroom, but Big Momma fed me another pill as soon as I awoke, so by
the time I got back into their cab, I was buzzing again.  Frank got
into the back to sleep, but he left me alone and told me just to stay
put.
  We rode for hours. Frank sleeping, me next to him, naked,
occaissionaly playing with my cock or asshole, buzzingly high and
horny once more.
   Then, they sold me. 
   I assume they sold me anyway. 
   I ended up in a Mississipi backwoods gas station/whorehouse where
black guys really enjoyed
fucking my white meat.

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