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|The Return of the Trucker!|
|Map of area detailed in this story|
|Deputy 'Becky' is now at the Trucker's beck and call...|
|He thought: “Fuck it!”|
|...wearing a camo green Make America Great Again cap|
|What you DON'T want to see in your side view mirrors!|
|"Grab your licence and registration, |
and step out of the vehicle."
|The man who stepped down out of the cab was nothing like|
what the Muscle-cop had expected.
|...but what stood before him was not a mere muscleman like|
himself, but a muscle GOD. "Yeah, Sarge, I caught me a real
big'un......" the Cop radios in to the station.
|"Back up? HA! WHEN DO I EVER NEED BACKUP?!!!!"|
|His tight American flag xxl muscle-t barely contained |
his hairy 55" muscular chest
|This was bound to be an unusual encounter...|
|"You look pretty jacked, and you look the sporting type..."|
|"Well do you accept the terms of my wager?"|
|...rang the officer's bell like it was church on Sunday!|
|Big ol' can of whoop-ass|
|The muscular titans threw up some muscle|
poses at one another...
|"You ever seen muscles like this before?"|
|"Not bad for SHOW MUSCLE, Smokey Bear!"|
|"You lawman are all the same, all strut and swagger, |
these muscles here WORK for a living"
|"I will SHOW you how these muscles WORK,|
when I beat your smart ass, cracker!"
|"Life's a bitch 'Billy Big Rig', |
and soon you will be MY BITCH!"
|"You won't be sound so cocky when my giant donger |
is kicking in your back door, Lawman!"
|"Then it will be all 'Please stop...please stop...please stop'|
...then just 'PLEASE...Oh Please YES PLEASE!'
and I will add another Smokey notch to my belt!"
|"I have never lost a fight yet, Trucker man, and I am not going|
to start today. It will you who will be begging and
moaning in a few minutes!"
|"Can't wait to shove my GIANT black cock down that |
big mouth of yours, then it will be full
of a different sort of cocky."
|"Don't let your smug mouth try and write checks, |
your punk ass can't cash, copper!"
|"30 Smokeys before you tried and failed to take me down,|
they are gonna call you Baskin-Robbins,
as you will be flava 31!"
|"Cracker, will enjoy the flavor of my creamy jizz, |
when you are tongue polishing my knob,
like a good l'il cocksucker!"
|"Those big fleshy nigga lips will feel so good|
pressed against my fuckpole, Smokey"
|"Your lips are going to be nice and fleshy fat |
when I feed you some knuckle sandwiches, cracker!"
|"I am going to make America great again |
by giving you a major ass whooping, Trucker man!"
|The two muscled behemoths tested each other's strength...|
|Pec to Pec, nipple to nipple,|
the two stud bulls locked horns...
|The aroma of their sweat and testosterone filled the air, |
heightening their aggression...
|Pressed so close, they could feel one another's raging fight|
boners through the fabric of their pants...
|Pressed so close to a physical specimen as remarkable as|
themselves, each brute was simultaneously enraged
|An almost electrical discharge seemed to emanate from there|
being two such mountains of muscle in close proximity!
|As their muscle lust grew, each muscleman was stirred on to|
achieve a quick victory, to claim
their now so badly desired prize.
|Their FIGHT AND FUCK instincts were in OVERDRIVE!|
|When Titans square off, mere mortals best stay out of the way|
or risk being collateral damage!
|Neither strongman could find purchase, nor gain initiative or|
advantage, their strength seemed so evenly matched!
|The Trucker felt the constricting pressure|
of the trooper's muscular embrace
|Every muscle in their bodies strained to the limit|
|The Trucker wincing in pain, had to give props to the|
trooper's phenomenal strength
|The Trucker now realized he was in |
the toughest fight in his life...
|...like two intertwined giant pythons|
|For the first time, the trooper found himself pinned on his|
back, pinned down by a STRONGER opponent.
|The Patrolman knew if he didn't break free from his|
predicament soon, all would soon be lost!
|"It's over copper, submit and save yourself a world of hurt!"|
|"Go fuck yourself, Cracker, I ain't licked yet!"|
|"It's you I will be fucking, boy...and speaking of licking,|
have you ever licked a Trucker's sweaty,
ass taint, Smokey Bear?
|Muscles flexed and rippled, the sinews like twisted cords of |
rebar, as the brawny Colossi grappled for supremacy!
|The trash talking gave way to animalistic |
grunts and groans...
|...the large hard erect cock of the Trucker|
pressed against the space between his muscular glutes,
a dire augury of what might come to pass?
|Eventually his legendary body began to fail|
against the onslaught
|one of the sneakiest maneuvers in wrestling, the spladle!|
|Hook the Leg, Roll & Catch, Pin to Win|
|the spladle is the Trucker's go-to homerun move!|
|"How many lumps do you want?"|
|Oops, one lump too many|
|"Shoes on the other foot NOW, you cocksucking cracker!"|
|The Trucker knew that he could not withstand the agony of |
this powerful bear-hug much longer.
|Well, all that fuckin' muscle ain’t doin' you any |
good now is it? Look at you! You're fuckin' helpless!”
|The torture continued for a while longer as the Trucker |
alternated between pounding and clawing
the Muscle-Cop’s muscles.
|The Muscle-Cop had never been beaten like this in his life.|
|"SNAP!, CRACKLE! and POP!....COP KRISPIES!"|
--gloated the big rigger.
|"You want to suckle on my nips, while you're there, copper?"|
|"You put up quite the fight, got to give you |
props for that, Smokey!"
|The Lawman was cradled in the big powerful arms of his|
Trucker Nemesis like a helpless baby!
|Five knuckle astronomy|
|Lights turned off for the lawman|
|"What Da fuq?" thought the Muscle-Cop.|
|The Trucker pressed his body close...|
|...He stimulated the trooper with nipple play|
|His hot breath tickled the hairs of the copper's neck...|
|with the flourish of a magician the Trucker pulled|
the policeman's trousers down...
|Karma's a bitch!|
|Trooper seeing stars once again!|
|"Light's out sweetheart!"|
|...sending the Trooper stargazing|
|...putting him back into slumber mode.|
|... as he sped off down the black ribbon|
|Greeley Joe says:|
Never make a Cheyenne shaman suck your
big black cock to get out of a ticket.
|Now who would be dessert after his dinner,|
would it be Camila, or Jarlene?