Hey all! For the month of April, I’m taking a break from The Pigtown Chronicles, and will be posting some caption stories instead. We’ll have captions Monday through Thursday, and I’ll be posting some longer stories on Fridays. This week, we have a mysterious force punishing men for their cruel language. Whatever you might feel about others, be careful, they might just come true for yourself.
Brett pulled into the rest area, needing a piss on his way home, climbed out of his car, and saw a guy heading in his direction. He was scruffy and shirtless, and when he got close, there was a real pungent musk rolling off him that almost made Brett climb back into his cab and drive another 40 miles to avoid him.
“Hey man, any chance I could get a ride from ya? I’m heading in your direction.”
Brett shook his head, “Sorry man, I don’t give rides.”
The guy thanked him and walked on, Brett holding his breath until he’d passed, and then went to the bathroom. On his way back though, his pocket felt light, and he realized he didn’t have his keys! He retraced his steps into the bathroom, but they weren’t in there. He didn’t understand how he could have lost them–it wasn’t like he dropped his pants or anything. He realized, with a sinking feeling, he might have locked them in his car. He headed back, but found something strange–the hitchhiker from before was sitting in the driver’s seat of his car. When he got closer, Brett could see that the man had his keys lying in his lap.
“Hey! That’s my car, get the fuck out!” Brett said, went to reach for the keys, only for the guy to grab his wrist and pull him into the car window, closer to his musky body. Brett gagged, but this time, it wasn’t as offensive as it had seemed before, and it made his head feel a bit…cloudy.
“Buddy, this is my car. I think you’re mistaken.”
“No, I…those are my keys, and–”
“Buddy, if you’re lookin’ to cruise, all you gotta do is ask, you don’t have to just reach in for my cock,” the stranger said, unzipped his jeans, and hauled out his cock. It…smelled different than the rest of him, and Brett found himself wanting to get closer, wanting to know how it smelled, intimately. The stranger popped open the door, the keys were…right there. He should grab them, but…but he went to town on the stranger’s cock instead, the musk driving deeper and deeper into his mind.
Of course this wasn’t his car, he didn’t have a car. He was just a hitchhiker of course. A horny, cock hungry hitchhiker. A horny, cock hungry hitchhiker who loved dirty men like this guy, loved worshiping their stinking bodies, doing anything they told him to do. The man came down his throat, and Brett swallowed it all down of course.
“So what do you think, good enough to give me a ride?” Brett asked with a smirk, wiping a bit of cum from his lips and sucking it off his finger.
“Sorry man, I don’t give rides, but I got a little time. I know a cozy little spot not far off in the woods, where you can lick my body clean, and when you get my cock hard again, I’ll give ya proper fucking, how about that?
Brett thought that sounded just fine to him. An hour later, they emerged from the woods, cum running down the inside of Brett’s legs, and he watched the stranger climb into his car and drive off. There was a moment of panic inside him, but it calmed down in a moment. He started over on the trucker side, and it wasn’t long before he found a ride with one of them, going nowhere in particular. As long as they wanted to use his holes, he didn’t care where he ended up, anymore.
Bracken's Corner 
Nice dude! But would have loft some dirt socks and boot action training him into his redneck boy!
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