What does a person do when there is no money, but do you really need to go? Usually runs on friends and acquaintances, lends itself to better times. And if the problems do not end there, and some bastard takes away from you not only a mobile phone, but also a passport to boot? Do not fig get a vacation in the capital of a brotherly state! And still need to go ...

And here comes to mind the brilliant idea of ​​hitchhiking: what, the people go! The route Moscow - Minka is not so terrible, I have not heard wild stories about it (although from where?), And in 20 years I was knee-deep sea. That's just usually called "seek adventure on your ass." And I did find them.

It all started quite nicely - at some motel I ran along a truck driver and we even rode cheerfully, talking about life and the international situation, until at the next post he had no problems with cops.

That was the end of luck. At the very post no one wanted to slow down, of course, and I went on foot, waving the cars passing by. Thank God, the winter was unusually warm, and I was not afraid to freeze, although I had to stomp about it. It was already dark and evening came when I realized that I had reached some district town. I was tired and still cold, wildly hungry, and begged from my friends, whom I met the ace, and to whom I actually traveled, the money was spent almost completely. Therefore, I didn’t even consider the miscarriage-smeared miscarriage of the Russian car industry, which creaked up on my next uncertain wave.

There were four peasants, under thirty years old - absolutely ordinary guys, on which you will not turn around on the street and you will not be frightened in a dark alley. They drove to the regional center. I was delighted and squeezed inside the third in the back seat, drank warmly offered beer and immediately fell off to sleep: I was crushed and shaken so much that my mind just turned off without asking.

I was awakened by a sharp blow to the brakes and a rough hand thrown on the ground. I was jumped up, but again I was knocked down on my knees in the dirt.

- Suck, pidos! - There was an unequivocal order.

- What?!! - I stunned, I didn’t understand when I woke up.

Raising my head, I was horrified to see that the driver, who had agreed to give a lift a little earlier, was standing right in front of me, already unbuttoning the belt. The situation in the explanation did not need!

- No ... I do not ... - due to my confusion, I could not even pronounce anything intelligible.

- Suck, you are told! After the slammer I like you, I can smell a kilometer!

As soon as the brain managed to process the last phrase, my legs weakened at once. I shook my head in disbelief, gasping for air. Looking around, I saw all three of his friends, who watched with enthusiasm for what was happening, - all of them were rather drunk, having had time to get pumped up during the time I slept quietly. The night road was absolutely empty and it was not a highway at all !!!

- Well! I have to wait a long time? To the city of 30 kilometers will be time to pay!

Thirty! The devil knows where only I and four drunken cattle are on the road ... Opoloume in horror, I rushed into the bushes, but he managed to grab me by the jacket: no matter how much he drank, but he also had the power and skill! Motnuv me back, he hit exactly the cheekbone, and when I fell - No less aptly kicked his foot in the stomach, knocking out the spirit.

- Oh, you bitch! - he jerked my hair and without difficulty, no matter how I tried to tear his hands off me, I dragged me to the car, putting it on the hood.

Stunned and still gasping, I heard his friends neighing.

“Hold him,” ordered the plant.

- Maybe it is not necessary, Zhora, - nevertheless offered a wobbling voice, - Let go of the guy.

Encouraged by the unexpected intercession, I shouted, continuing to kick and burst out of my tightly holding hands.

- Do not! I'm not a fag! Do not! Help!

- Zhor ...

- Shut up, Day! The boy is just filling the price ... I know such people well!

And I'll give you a try - you'll see, even sweeter than with your Dasha!

I was already shouting something completely unintelligible, knowing full well what they would do to me now. Two of them pressed me to the hood with such force that I could almost hear the crack of my ribs. Zhora, though somewhat embarrassed, but quickly pulled off my jeans. I was not the only one to him, I was engaged in sports only on my computer ... In general, I stuck at the very tomatoes!

I've already gone astray.

- Please do not! I do not ... I do not want ... Please do not touch me!

Feeling a hand squeezing my penis and scrotum, like a ripened grapes press, I started screaming again.

- Bah! - proclaimed Zhorik, pushing my buttocks apart and without long digressions running my fingers deep into my whipping ass, - Yes, you are not a virgin, kid! Is it worth being so indignant!

After these words, it seemed to freeze me. Indeed, in some ways he was right, although he did not consider himself gay - it was just a couple of times drunk out of interest. Taking advantage of the fact that I didn’t become quiet, his dick abruptly broke dry on the anus - immediately to its full length, and the eggs slapped mine.

The feeling was such as if a tie was stuck in the ass, no less, and even wrapped with sandpaper! I was overwhelmed with fever, my legs became wadded, my eyes were dark and my breath was gone - I could not even cry out. I started yelling afterwards, when Zhorik began to move, banging me in the hood and thrusting my device in such a way that it seemed to me that he was about to leave the throat. He was also drunk and could not finish for a long time, but that did not bother him: he fidgeted at me, grunting quite a bit. I was all soaked up, my mouth was dry, I just prayed that it would all end sooner. As he pulls down, I did not feel, just something sticky ran down my legs: bitch, did he save her, or what?

After Zhorik with a smacking sound pulled his dick out of my freshly fucked ass, I heard:

- Come on, Den, try it!

And the next carcass fell on me. I did not twitch - what's the point? They held me tight, and lowered jeans did not even let me kick.

Zhora's sperm in me was fucking up, but it came even by the way: Denin pod drove into the point ruined by its predecessor smoothly and almost without pain. But after the first hesitation, this cattle apparently tasted the buzz and entered into a rage. He drove fast, hard, took it out to take a breath and started on a new one again, and I also moved my buttocks apart as if I wanted to break.

I was twitching with screaming from this “rodeo”, and it turned out that I was also podmahivayu! Unnoticed it did not pass:

- Gla-ka, like this bitch like! - Zhorik could not stay away: he reached up with his hand, and began to knead my penis with eggs with such force that tears appeared in my eyes.

In general, they raped all four of me, interspersing it with contented cackles and comments, after which some of them somehow pulled up my panties and jeans. By this time I should have been kept not so that I would not run away, but that I could stand. I was nauseous, everything swam before my eyes, the fuzzy point ached stupidly and squished.

They did not even think about letting me go and dragged me into the car, shoving me into the back seat. Zhora gave gas. Squeezed between two strong guys, I was completely lost from horror, and they enthusiastically continued to mock me. I held hands. Pulling my head by the hair and holding my chin, they tried to pour vodka into my mouth - I dodged and snorted, choking on the water, noticeably getting it on the back of my head, neck, ribs. I was shoved with cigarettes and extinguished on my bare chest, pulling the collar of my sweatshirts.

And only one kept a little alienated, almost not taking part in the bullying. He even tried to notice that I already had enough, but then just passed out.

Zhora stopped a few more times to repeat the pleasure. I could only moan under them, shaking from ...