From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Hungry Valley
Date: 19 Feb 1996 14:28:08 GMT

			    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 five 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 nine inches who was always
horny. When I introduced him to Bryan, they stared 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 thirties, 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
Budweiser.

	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
stared 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 Bryan's 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 Bryan's 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 Bryan's 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 nine-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 man-
stick 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 ten 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 radios 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 ten 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 ten 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
ten 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 ten 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 three 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 rhythm 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 thirty 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 six 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 rowdiness 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 macho-ness 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?"