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Jayme, the sinful twink slut – Part 3- The Truck S[RECAP]Just so you all know who I am:First off, my name’s Jayme. I’m 21 years old, 5’4”, 100lbs, super skinny thin build. I’m also hairless (besides my head), and I mean that naturally. I get a few hairs here and there, but the body, overall is smooth, and I remove those few hairs immediately when I find them. I’m very tan, sandy blonde hair at this time, but my hair changes color when I dye it obviously. I have small little nipples, a 5 inch cut dick, a flat little ass. My body has been related to being exceptionally feminine. I can pull off girl’s clothes with no problem. My eyes are blue, decently high cheekbones and a fairly small nose. I’ve been called arrogant, I’ve been called submissive. I’ve been called slut, faggot, bitch, and brat. This is the story of me coming to be who I am. I will get detailed with the sex scenes when they come up, but this is all encompassing. My life is pretty much all about sex, so there is plenty of it and I will write about it a lot, but in order for you to know who I am and how I came to be, I will write about that as well.[END RECAP]PART 3 – The Truck stop Excursions (B)While its not possible for me to recount every single day that followed my first fucking at the truckstop, I was still going every single day. Not every fuck was as exciting, or interesting. This by no means meant they were bad, I was barebacked like crazy, fucked hard, used, lusted after, and left satisfied. I left all of them even more satisfied. Once in a great while I would get out of a truck and see another guy, who was obviously just finished being fucked as well, get out of another cab from across the lot as well. More often than not, they were not a twink, not some young guy looking for dick. They were often middle aged, still quite hot. Fewer times, I found a “twinky” type boy walking into, or exiting a cab. Some dressed a bit more straight, some a bit more fem. None of them had my body. None of them had my legs, my tan, my skinny-ness. None of them had my androgynous features. I didn’t find many hanging around period. Maybe some of them set up times on Craigslist or Bareback Real Time or something else. Maybe some of them had regular times they showed up. I had no job, no money either, but all the time in the world.I alternated my dress sometimes. Sometimes I dressed a bit more punky, more boyish, others more fem. Mostly dependent upon my mood for the day. Sometimes I would wear some hot undies, sometimes none at all. Sometimes I would dress preppy, sometimes I would wear a belly shirt and show off my tiny hips to all.I was hanging out next to the wall one day, short shorts, extra small purple v neck, which looked like it was literally pasted on me. I had my clunky skater shoes on, pure white ankle socks. I was glistening that day as usual. I saw very hot tan latino boy hanging out at the picnic tables nearby. He wasn’t in speaking range, but he kept eyeing me. At first guess I put in around 24-25 years old. Dressed more boyish, but still tight shirt, cargo shorts, flip flops, and fucking cute. What wasn’t cute was his “eyeing” me looked more out of annoyance, that maybe I was taking his opportunities. I had gotten there early that morning, around 9am, and he got there about a half hour later. I had already been led back to a cab and taken two bare loads and was hanging around for more. Considering how quickly I had taken both those loads, when I left, he was still in the same place as when I entered the cab. He must not have gotten any. As I leaned up against the wall, lit up a cigarette, he approached me. He had a bit of a walk to him, but nothing horribly obvious. The look on his face, albeit his cute face, was certainly frustration. “Hey yo whatcha doin?” He yelled angrily as he got closerI stayed fairly nonchalant and smiled, and said “Hey cutie nothing much whats up?”“Don’t hey cutie me. I’ve been coming here for a long time, and now I see you’ve picked up one of my regulars!” He yelled back, still walking up to me.His fists were clenched, he was almost looking for a fight it seems. “Listen man, I have been coming here for a few weeks now, and I have barely seen you,” I barked back. Now I was getting annoyed. Who was this guy? Cute or not, he didn’t own the truckstop. Sorry I was hotter than him.“Yeah, well I can’t get here every day like your fucking slut ass, but you just got fucked by a regular of mine!”Ah, it made sense now. I was certainly hotter, not by a lot, but by enough. I was taking his dicks. He was standing face to face right now. His had came straight across, slapping me across the face. I was stunned, and somewhat turned on. “I mean damn you really are fucking gorgeous,” he said, “but I’m here to get fucked too, not watch you take all my dicks!”I shoved him. He wasn’t going to come here and slap me. This was not going to happen. He shoved me back, my body slammed into the brick wall of the restrooms. He was about to say something else, right in front of my face, when I grabbed his head and shoved my tongue in his mouth.He was stunned, to say the least. His hands were just there, outstretched, like he didn’t know what to do. I didn’t remove my tongue either, I scooted a bit closed to him. My dick had become rock hard. I moved my hand down to his crotch and felt something massive. Massive was an understatement, it was gargantuan, and it was becoming kars rus escort rock hard as well. He moaned a bit my hand brushed it. He pulled his arm behind me and pulled my body up against his.“So this is how your gonna make up for it?” he askedI slowly started walking backwards towards the back of the restroom hut, which was fairly out of site from the parking lot. I kept my lips locked with him, somewhat tripping over my feet as I made my way around the corner. Around the corner I pulled away, and grabbed his belt. As his shorts fell, at least 5 inches of his dick were sticking out the top of these extremely small little green briefs, and there was a significant portion still being covered by them. As I pulled them down, his monster popped out. This thick, meaty, 10 inch monster staring me right in the face. He was hairy, but not excessive. His leg hair looked trimmed, his crotch was certainly trimmed, I could smell his sweet sweat from his crotch.I deep throated him, with him moaning, softly. He removed his shirt as I was sucking him. I looked up to see a tight, although slightly muscular body, pierced nipples like mine. He was dark, his beautiful skin glistened in the sun like mine as well, although he was naturally darker. He didn’t seem to want to say anything else, besides moan. I could taste from precum drop after precum drop, he was enjoying my mouth. I finally felt him tugging at my shirt, and I raised my arms, moved away from his dick and let it slide off.“Fuck” he said once my shirt was removed. “You’re fucking sick skinny.”“Is that something you like?” I repliedHe nodded, bending down to squeeze my little nipples, one by one. He watched my eyes close in pleasure. He leaned in and bit one of my nips hard, I yelped a bit but put my hand behind his head, coaxing him to continue the biting. Soon enough I was standing up, as he pulled down my shorts, my low cut black boxer briefs and pushed me against the wall. He wasn’t talking. He pulled my ass out towards him, leaned down and spit on it, then he placed his tongue in my pink hole and lubed it with his saliva. He was naked, just in his white little flip flops, I was naked, just in my socks and shoes. My legs were spread, my ass sticking out, and I felt him enter me. He moaned desperately as he pushed inch after inch of his 10 inch monster inside me. I kept moaning. I don’t think I stopped. The pleasure was immense. He started heavily biting my ears and neck, leaving marks. He had no mercy. He craved to give pain, and I was accepting it. I was slowly going back and forth on his dick. It was hot, the sun was beating down on us. I love sweaty sex. I loved dripping all over the place, feeling him drip all over me.“Damn you take dick like a pro fag,” he said“Mhm” was all I could muster. I was much more focused on feeling the pulses from his dick, doing my best to let my asshole suck his dick as best as possible. I looked to my side to my surprise, to see a fat, hairy, trucker at the corner of the building rubbing his crotch. The boy fucking me noticed to and turned, but didn’t stop his thrusts into me. “Whats your names?” the man said quietly“I’m Jayme,” I moaned“I’m Marcos,” the stranger fucking me said, more confidently. “What fags to just take your clothes off anywhere and fuck, especially you little one,” the man said as he pointed to me. “Mind if I join?”I didn’t get a say it seemed, Marcos nodded and the made approached, and unbuttoned his shirt. Marcos immediately attached himself to the man’s nipple and started sucking. Marcos thrusts became more powerful. The man moved from letting Marcos worship his big nipples to getting behind him, and soon enough, I felt the thrusts that Marco was taking from the man’s bare dick thrusting through me as well. We were chain fucking. However, the man blew in Marcos in around 2 minutes, and then practically commanded Marcos to finish up with me. Marcos speed intensified greatly, my body shuddered from the massive dick impaling me. Within a few minutes, I felt Marcos cum, a massive load shooting up within me. He pulled out and to my surprise, the man pushed Marcos out of the way and position himself at my ass. He swirled his tongue in me, eating out the cum in my hole. He then turned to Marcos, planting his lips right on Marcos, and swirled the cum between the two of them. He pulled away, looked at Marcos, and said “You’re fucking hot bitch boy, you took dick well, but that one there”, pointing to me, “that’s one ferocious little faggot. You’d best be lucky you put your rod in him.”He walked over to me, pulling Marcos by the hand. “This was fun, but I want to abuse the fuck out of both of you,” and then again looking at me, “especially your little body faggot. I’m local, within 20 minutes of here, and have quite a lot of toys in my basement. I would like to see which of you is the ultimate little submissive brat.”We both started putting out clothes on. Marcos was excited, and I was absolutely elated. We followed our mystery man back to his cab. Once inside he pulled off and towards his stop, where he would switch his truck for his car, and take us to his house.There wasn’t words spoken on the way there. Marcos and I were scrunched next to each other in the cab. Nothing needed to be said, we were both very excited, both very looking forward to whatever was coming. I knew I hadn’t experienced any basement kars rus escort bayan dungeons before, but I didn’t want to give that away to anyone. I wondered if Marcos did as well. When we arrived at his house, we were lead in the basement. There the man proceeding to make out with each of us, one at a time, while slowly undressing us. “You guys both bareback sluts eh?” He askedWe both nodded. We hadn’t really broken any silence. The basement was filled with chains, a sex swing, tons of different whips, collars, other leather paraphernalia and whatnot. He lit some candles under some fairly large bowls of candle wax. This guy was about pain, and my dick was precumming just thinking about it.He brought out two sets of nipple clamps. They each had a “leash” on them, as Marco was the first to have them attached. He screamed as the clamps smashed his nipples, then the man pulled on the lease to inflict more pain. Then it was my turn. When the clamp closed, it was incredible. The pain was intense, but my dick was rock hard. He could see that I enjoyed it even though it was painful, so he gave a hard tug on them, which caused me to yelp.*SMACK*His hand slapped across my face. Then again. He wasn’t holding back either.“Damn what a fucking little bitch fag you are! Haha, you fucking love this shit don’t you? Hey Marcos, what do you think of your friend here, is he hot?”“Yeah he’s fucking hot,” Marcos replied“So you think he just wins? He’s the hotter better fag, should I just make you walk home while I have y way with him?” The man asked. “I want to see you compete for whos the bigger little fag out of the two of you.”This made me jump. Fuck yes. Let me prove that I am THAT FAG, that I am that slut, and that I will do or take anything. “Oh I will absolutely destroy him in a competition!” I blurted out.The man grabbed me, and moved me to an X post he had against the wall. He didn’t acknowledge my statement, just attached my wrists and ankles to the wall. He pulled out a belt and without any warning, I felt the white hot pain against my back. “More” I yelled forcefully. More smacks came. He was not holding back at all. He laughed as my little body flinched with each smack. My dick was erect, it was hard, precum was leaking down my body. This was hot. This was everything! When he saw that I was taking his belt beatings, he switched, to a studded belt.“You really want some heavy pain?”“FUCK YES,” I screamedThe intensity of each whip with the studded belt was incredible. The pain was amazing, the pleasure was crazy. The way the man laughed, the way he enjoyed watching me flinch, was incredible.He untied me. He said my back was red and pink and showed me in a mirrors. Dozens upon dozens of red lines covered my back. I looked at it like warpaint, like a badge of honor. It was Marcos turn. I watch Marcos take 4 hits and he begged for the man to stop. The man was laughing maniacally, pointing at me and telling Marcos there was no way he was going to compete. That made me smile. The massive throbbing coming from my back along with the pure pleasure of all of it, along with hearing how I was outdoing my new found friend, was exhilarating. Macros tried to explain how he desperately was a slut, as the man pulled on his nipple clamps, rubbing his hands up and down his body. The man was lusting after him and at the same time, telling him he was a failure. My little dick was rock hard, dripping, and I found I was just touching myself in reaction. “Fuck,” the man yelled, looking right at me, “this little faggot is turned on by touching himself, What a vain little fuck!” He laughed, left Marcos tied to the wall, grabbed a bowl of liquefied hot wax and just threw it all over me.The room turned white, the pain was intense, my body shook, my dick was pulsing. Before everything came back into vision I felt the rough hand of the man squeezing my dick as he plunged his tongue down my throat. He was squeezing and twisting my dick so hard, trying to make it hurt as much as possible. “You’re fucking dripping!” He yelled. “Marcos, you need to take some tips from this absolute cunt over here”. His tongue plunged into my mouth again, his hand bending and pulling my dick. I felt the buildup come suddenly. The pain was intense but the pleasure was incredible. I felt my load shoot, splattering across the man’s chest.“Oh he fucking loves it! He fucking loves it!” he laughedMarcos was begging to be released from the wall, begging for another chance. But it was all me now. I had the attention so far. I was better, hotter, sexier in every way. I was taking pain like no one else could, reaping the pleasure from it. My dick was still rock hard as he played with it.“You want some bare dick boy?” He asked“Oh fucking yes sir, YES sir!” I said determinedly“You don’t care where its been?”“No sir! I want it!” I replied“You sure you don’t care, you just want loads of cum in your little fuck hole?”“No I don’t care at all!” I screamed. “I’m not meant to care, I’m meant to take it, never say no SIR!”Where was this all coming from? I didn’t care at all? In fact, I really fucking didn’t. I wanted it, I wanted to be this perfect boy that made every man’s dream come true. I wanted to embody being a slut. In fact, I wanted to show my sister up. I wanted her to realize she wouldn’t come close to even my potential. I wanted her to worship the fact rus kars escort that I was living for sex, that I would do anything for it, that I didn’t care where I got it from or what I did to get it. “Then fucking take my stranger dick!” he yelledHe used spit, not lube, and he didn’t wait at all. I shoved it right in me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head again. Big thick 9-10 inch dick, he didn’t wait to plow me. Ridiculously powerful thrusts literally shaking my bones over and over, his hand firmly squeezing my neck so I could barely breathe. My beaten back scr****g against bare concrete. It was ecstasy and within 2 minutes of him shoving his dick in me, I was blowing a massive nut all over my little belly. Again, no hands were used, I was just so incredibly turned on.“Damn you sick little bitch!” He yelled. “Marcos, stop moping against the wall!” Look at this glorious boy. Tell us how hot you think he is.Marcos had his back to his, straining looking over his shoulder. “He’s hot” he muffled. Oh man this boy was pissed. And his response only pissed this man off.“Oh fucking come on little bitch,” he yelled to Marcos. “You want to fucking be like him, you want to be HIM! You are weak, pathetic, look how he just takes it. Fuck how many 18 year old little fag bitches want big bareback dicks shoved up them like this lil Jayme fuck!? All these prissy boys running around looking hot but not giving their bodies, this one gives his fucking body! He takes the pain!I felt his load shoot in me, warm, powerful, his dick pulsating over and over. He pulled in out and shoved it in my mouth. “Taste my nut and your ass juices faggot!” He yelled. Love the fact that you are lusting after a dick that could have been anywhere and then tell me YOU CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF IT!”He was right. I couldn’t. I tasted his sweet cum and my ass, psychotically licking, slurping and worshipping his massive dick that had just cum out of my ass. I did it for like 5 minutes and he immediately slammed it back into me. This time he fucked me good for like 30 minutes, choking me, spitting on me, rumbling dirty nasty words to me over and over. He taunted Marcos that he was a loser, and I was king, I was the princess, I was going to show the world a new kind of slut, I was going to be the boy of every man’s dreams, smooth, skinny to the bone and begging for anonymous dick. In fact, the fucking didn’t end after the 2nd, 3rd, or 4th loads. I was covered in wax and multiple loads of my own nut, wads of cum dripping out my hairless hole. After the man had stopped after the 4th load, he called Marcos over.“Worship him. Lick him from head to toe, literally, you little fag,” he said to Marcos. I felt Marcos’ warm tongue exploring what seemed to be every pore of my body. Starting between my toes, moving up over every inch of the smoothest sexiest skinniest boy legs you’ve ever seen, cradling my nuts with his tongue. The vanity took over. This man was pumping up my ego and I was becoming what he wanted.“Yeah fucking worship me Marcos, that’s right. You’re nothing, I am everything. Crave me. Lust after me, desire to be me. You NEVER will, you will never have this body, you will never look as good as me. You’ll never take cock like me.”I was surprising myself with how vain I was. I felt the man guide Marcos’ dick into me. “Fuck the faggot that you can never be!” He orderedMarcos fucked. At first, slowly, but he was ordered to speed up. The man ordered him to cum in me very quickly, and Marcos tried diligently.“Hows it feel to have my cum as lube?” He asked Marcos“Its good sir”, timid little Marcos replied.I felt Marcos cum in me. I was so stuffed full of cum, but I myself came again because I was so turned on by how I was talking to him, demeaning him, breaking him with my words. I was so submissive yet so vain. And the man knew it.He pulled me up off the ground and walked me to a full length mirror. He pushed me to the ground. “Fucking jack your dick to yourself in the mirror you little psycho slut” He said to me.And I did. I put on a show, fucking lusting after myself in the mirror like a perverted little slut. Caressing and touching myself. This was incredible, in a weird fucked up way. I was getting turned on looking at my sweaty, wax and cum covered tiny body, convulsing and pulsating as I caressed myself.“Holy fuck he’s sick,” the man laughed. “Look at this faggot go”“Oh, I’m a little devil!” I screamed“Fuck yeah you are.” He came up behind me and started whipping more, hard, on my already beaten back. Within a few lashes, my cum spewed all over the concrete. I was panting, heaving as he pushed my head to the cement and told me to lick it all up. I did gladly.It had to have been about 4 hours since we got there. He told Marcos to continue to worship me. He sat me in a chair, and told Marcos to continuously get me off until he couldn’t get one more drop out of me. Marcos, on his knees, submitted, sucking me over and over. He continuously, after each load I shot, looked at the man, as if asking if he could stop. The man wouldn’t let him. The whole time, I was being touched, caressed, lusted after by this mans hands. Sometimes I was sucking his dick, other times I was being explored with his tongue. Marcos, as load after load shot, had to work even harder as I was running out of juice. It didn’t matter, I kept giving him cum. I kept talking down to him. I kept reminding him that he was below me, and that I would be worshipped by all men, as they did whatever nasty evil things they wanted, because I could take it. I was going to show let the world have my hole and do whatever they wanted to me.I just watched Marcos’ tired eyes bob as his head moved up and down on my dick…….[MORE IN PART 4]

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