Addict in Withdrawal Gives Rest Stop Trucker Anal Sex and Blowjob

Addict in Withdrawal Gives Rest Stop Trucker Anal Sex and Blowjob

Addict in Withdrawal Gives Rest Stop Trucker Anal Sex and Blowjob

By Madame Meta

For the last few days, he had been experiencing symptoms of withdrawal. He was sweating profusely and he couldn’t sleep to save his life. 

His muscles all felt like they were going to fall off his body and he couldn’t even keep water down. He needed something to make it all stop but he didn’t have anything left to trade except for his body. 

He hung out in the alley outside the old strip bar along the interstate. Usually, after the truckers got a whiff of pussy they’d pay a few bucks to stick their dick in anything. 

If he waited until about three or four in the morning, the truckers would come out in the alley one by one to get their cocks sucked off. 

This way, he’d make enough to get a hit or two from his dealer on the other side of the overpass. Enough to stop the trembling and nausea. 

He had made a lot of money last night sucking off overweight, hairy trucker cock. Enough to buy three times his normal supply of dope. 

He thought he could make it last a few days, but he ended up taking it all that night and now the withdrawal was so much worse. 

He was standing by the dumpster around the back of the strip bar, vomiting into the storm drain, when he heard the back door slam open and the gravel crunch under the boots. It was some horny trucker looking for a blowjob. 

He wiped the vomit from his mouth and the sweat from his forehead. He looked like druggie trash, pale, sores on his face, and skinny as a rail. 

He came out from behind the dumpster and managed enough words.

“Five bucks a blowjob”  

The trucker turned to look at him and leaned back, his thumbs resting on his hips and the tips of his hands in his pockets. He looked the pathetic little drug addict up and down. 

He could tell he was going through withdrawal but he wanted to let his cock out after seeing the beautiful Amanda dance her tight little ass and huge tits all around on the stage. 

He reached into his back pocket and took out a money clip. He pulled a tenner out and reached back in his front pocket for a pack of cigarettes. 

One was raised up to his lips and he lit it with a box of matches from the bar. He threw the ten bucks on the ground. 

“Do it with some decency and don’t vomit on me. Got it boy?” he said with an air of superiority and disgust. 

The drug addict ran up to the trucker’s feet and grabbed the note, pushing it into his pocket and dropping to his knees. He reached out to undo the zipper on the trucker’s jeans. 

He quickly had his hand slapped away by the man.

Blowjobs avoid withdrawal

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Not here you fucking animal…” he spat out. 

The drug addict shrank into himself shamefully. He nodded and followed the trucker as he walked over towards the rest stop bathroom. 

They walked into the larger handicap stall together and the addict got down on his knees and waited for the trucker to take out his cock. 

He unzipped his jeans and revealed a huge, throbbing hard cock, begging to be fucked. 

The drug addict took the trucker’s dick in his hand and began stroking the shaft. The trucker closed his eyes and threw his head back, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

In his mind’s eye, he was imagining it was Amanda’s tiny little hand grabbing his massive dick. 

The trucker reached down and pushed the back of the addict’s head into his pelvis. The addict opened his mouth, trying his best not to vomit and inserted the trucker’s full length into his mouth

He imagined how sweet the meth would taste after this. He imagined the cock was his meth and shoved it deeper into his throat. 

The trucker let out a long, growling moan of pleasure and pushed the addict’s face into his pubic area harder. 

He looked down at the raggedy, skinny man sucking him off and suddenly felt incredibly horny for him, not Amanda. 

“Fifty bucks if you let me fuck you in the ass,” he said hurriedly, as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the money clip. 

He threw a fifty-dollar bill down onto the disgusting bathroom floor in front of him. The addict eyed the money with an intensity akin to an animal hunting its prey. 

With that kind of money, he could last a few days without needing to suck dick for a hit. He could stave off withdrawal long enough to maybe even get a meal in his body. 

Without a moment of hesitation, the addict scrambled to get up and drop his pants to the ground. He bent over and put his hands on the disgusting bathroom wall. His pale, skinny ass was presented to the trucker. 

The burly guy spit into his hand and coated his dick with saliva. He spread the ass cheeks of the addict and pushed his cock into his anus. 

The addict let out a whimper of pain as the trucker pushed deeper into his asshole. 

He was pumping his huge penis in and out while the addict cried quietly. He was trying to relax his anus as much as possible, but the trucker’s cock was so hard and huge that he could feel his anus tearing. 

The trucker kept fucking the addict in the ass, he was grunting and heaving when he announced he was about to cum.

Was withdrawal worse than this?

He came into the addicts asshole and hot, white liquid began seeping out of the space between the trucker’s cock and the rim of the addicts anus, dripping onto the floor.

The trucker threw his cigarette onto the floor and walked over to the sink. He washed his cock off and left the bathroom without saying a word. 

The addict picked the fifty-dollar bill up off the floor. It was covered in piss and semen. He pulled his threadbare pants back up. 

His asshole was leaking semen and blood, but he didn’t care. His withdrawal symptoms were intensifying and he needed to find his dealer for another hit.

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