4X4 Fun

A couple of friends of mine all worked shifts at the local refinery.  When we would get a long shift off during the week, the three of us liked to head off into the woods for camping, four-wheeling, and general hell-raising fun.  We all had souped-up 4x4 trucks and after a night of drinking and card playing, we loved to go four-wheeling; muddin’ really.

One such trip, we were out in the piney woods of East Texas.  We all had the week off.  We stayed up most of the night drinking, card playing, and telling stories.  The next day as we were four-wheeling in Steve’s truck, we came across a lone hiker.  We were all still fairly drunk and Steve was feeling sort of ornery.  Steve made a couple of close passes at the hiker with his truck.  We all laughed pretty hard.  The hiker raised his hand and flipped us the bird.  That really set Steve off.

 “I’ll show that son of a bitch” Steve said as he turned the truck around.  Steve started driving straight toward the hiker.  The hiker dropped his pack and took off running.  Steve made a couple of turns to try and run down the hiker.

“Steve, stop the truck” I yelled.

“Fuck no” Steve said.  “I’m gonna show that fucker a lesson”.

“Let Bud and I out.  I have a plan” I said.

Steve stopped the truck.

“Grab your rope” I yelled at Bud as I jumped out of the truck with mine.  Both Bud and I jumped into the bed of the pick-up and the chase was on.  Steve started after the hiker again and Bud and I tried to lasso him as we got close.  Because we were so drunk, it took us a couple of passes, but finally I lassoed the hiker.  Steve kept going for a ways and the hiker ran behind the truck still lassoed until he slipped and then we dragged him about 50 yards.

Steve stopped the truck and Bud and I were on top of the hiker tying his hands.  Steve came out and started kicking the shit out of the hiker with his cowboy boots.  Bud and I managed to calm Steve down and the hiker was scared shitless.

“Pretty bad move to piss off three drunk cowboys in the woods” Bud told the hiker.

“Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone” the hiker pleaded.

“Too late shit head” I replied.  “What do you guys want to do?”

“String him up” Steve said.

We hoisted the hiker into the bed of the pick-up truck.  We stripped him naked and tied his hands behind his back.  Next I took a short piggin’ rope and lassoed his balls and tied them to the roll-bar in the truck.  The poor hiker could only stand there naked and couldn’t move without his nuts hurting like hell..

We were trying to decide what to do next.  I told the guys, “looks like we should fuck the kid”.

“Yeah” said Bud.  “Let’s do it”.

I passed around beers and unzipped my wranglers.  My throbbing cock popped out.

“Wait” Steve said.  “I have an idea.  How ‘bout we do a little four-wheeling while you fuck him”.

“Like a new extreme sport?” I laughed.  “4x4 fucking?  Hey bastard, you ever been fucked while 4x4ing?”

We all laughed pretty hard as the hiker looked really scared and then Steve jumped into the cab of the truck and started off.  I lubricated the boy’s fuck-hole and my own cock which wasn’t easy with Steve bouncing us pretty hard going cross country.  This wasn’t going to be easy.

I finally got my rock-hard cock up the hiker’s ass, but as Steve kept going as fast through the meadow as he could, the truck was bouncing like crazy.  I pounded on the cab of the truck for Steve to slow down as my cock slipped out of the boy’s ass.  I finally used my boots to spread the hiker’s legs apart and pressed the boy against the cab of the truck.  I slid my dick into his fuck-hole again and start thrusting him for all he was worth.  I was afraid I was going to break my dick the way Steve was driving.  The boy was hollering in pain but I didn’t care.  I just wanted to get him fucked as quickly as possible.  Finally, I came and filled his fuck-hole with my cum.

I slid out my cock and buttoned up my Wranglers.  I grabbed a longneck and slapped Bud on the back.  Your turn my friend.  Watch out for Steve, he takes those bumps and corners pretty hard.

By now, Steve found an old creek bed to run up and down.  It was funny watching Bud trying to keep his cock up the ass of the boy.  Eventually Bud was able to blow his wad into the hiker’s ass.  Again, I pounded on the cab and Steve brought his truck to a stop.

“Y’all done back there?” Steve asked?

“Shit yes”, I yelled.  “Now it’s your turn fucker.  Get your ass back here and let me drive.”

Steve quickly jumped into the bed of the truck and looked at the poor hiker.  By now the hiker was still and our cowboy cum was sliding down his leg.

“You boys look like you did a pretty good job” Steve laughed as he unbuttoned his Wranglers.  Steve’s huge cock popped out and as he lubricated the damn thing, I was amazed at how huge it was.  That hiker was in for the fucking of his life.

I jumped into the truck cab and floored the gas pedal.  The pick-up roared to life and was trying to make the ride as bumpy as possible for Steve.  In the back window of the truck, I could Steve starting to fuck the hiker.  I laughed as I imagined the pain that boy was feeling.  I could see Steve thrusting himself hard and trying to keep his balance.  A couple of times I managed to turn a few corners and I could see that Steve lost his balance and slid out of the boy’s ass.  Finally Steve pounding on the cab and I knew the game was over.

We all grabbed beers in the bed of the truck and laughed about our little game.  The poor hiker was still stung up on the roll bar.  Our cum was now running down his leg.  The three of us just laughed and joked about who’s fuck the boy enjoyed the most.

“You ever going to flip-off a cowboy again, boy?” Steve yelled.

“No” the hiker meekly replied.

“We can do it again if we need to teach you a lesson boy” Steve replied.

The hiker remained silent.  We debated about what to do next.  We decided to untie the hiker and laid him out in the bed of the pick-up.  As Steve and Bud held his legs apart, I took a cold beer, shook it up, and then thrust the bottle up the boy’s ass.  I did this a couple of times and the boy screamed in agony as the alcohol stung his ass and wounds.

“I want to make sure you don’t get sick from those nasty wounds” I said.  Really, we wanted to clean out the cum so he couldn’t press charges.

We drove the boy back to his backpack and turned him loose.  We figured he had a good day to hike out and with his ass hurting so much, it may take him longer.  We all laughed as we went back to camp, got our gear, and headed home.  This was one camp-out we would remember for the 4x4 fucking party we had and I am sure that hiker would never forget his encounter with horny cowboys in the woods of East Texas.

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