Barney and Bucko are in the back of Barney's countryside backyard. Chickens, hens, and pigs are all screaming, as they do when confined to only being used for meat. These two sexc lovers are getting ready for a wild ride, but their parents show up 15 minutes before they're supposed to be home.
"Oh no," Bucko says, putting his belt back on. "Where are we gonna go now? I'm way too horny to just walk around like this."
"Chill, luver," Barney says, pointing to a red truck just barely visible from the backyard. "I've got a special seat for you in there."
"So we're just gonna hop in 'ere and hope your parents don't look out any windows?"
"Yep."
"Alright," Bucko sighs, rubbing his pants to keep his dick inflated. They both awkwardly wave to Barney's parents before reaching the truck. There's a bumper sticker that reads "Wide Load".
"It needs to carry wide loads whenever I'm in it," Barney smirks, giving his ass a loud smack. The noise seems to ricochet off the trees, and some of the hens seem to stop clucking. "I'm not sure if it can carry two wide loads."
"Guess we'll find out," Bucko says, smacking his dick and letting out a tiny moan. Barney runs into the garage for a second to retrieve a second "Wide Load" sticker, putting it next to the first one.
"Just for extra measure," Barney says, opening the door for Bucko. He enters, suddenly realizing how cramped the backseat of a truck is. Looks like the bed of the truck takes up most of the room. Who knew.
Bucko lies down, unbuckling his pants, his 4-incher springing up the second his jeans are slid off. He rubs up and down his shaft, looking Barney directly in the eyes. "Ride me."
"You don't have to ask twice, bucko." Barney spreads his legs over his dick, teasing him with the material of his overalls. Bucko seems lost in thought as his dick starts throbbing. Barney stops and smacks Bucko in the face.
"What're you thinkin' 'bout?"
"When you said bucko, did you mean by my name, or the nickname people sometimes say to each other? You could have just used my name, but some people also call others 'bucko'."
"You think too much," Barney says, shoving Bucko's wide cock into his mouth and bobbing up and down. Bucko chuckles before grabbing the top of Barney's head and moving it up and down. Barney releases after a few seconds.
"You're a head-grabber? Seriously?"
"What? I like to be in control."
"Shut the fuck up. No you don't," Barney says, unbuckling his pants and straddling him, Bucko's dick teasing the entrance of his poopy asshole. "If you did, you'd be on top of me right now."
"That can be arranged." Bucko thrusts his hips, his tip entering Barney's asshole. Barney gasps from the sensation. While he's distracted, he lifts himself up and reaches for Barney's arms, pinning him down. A loud *bang* is heard from the top of the truck, and Bucko reaches for his head, his face strained from the pain.
"...are you okay? You can't be a top even when you try," Barney says, laughing at his pain.
"I'm a masochist. Now I'm hornier than ever," Bucko groans, lowering his head and successfully pinning down Barney. This time, it was the windshield that make the *bonk*, Barney shouting as his face scrunches up.
"Jesus Christ, Bucko! Stop!"
"I'm also a sadist. This just keeps getting hotter!"
"Yeah, it's the middle of summer. This truck is getting hot as fuck!"
"Let's take it outside."
"Can I get some ice for my head first?"
"No."
Then they fucked in the trunk's bed, now able to accommodate two wide loads.
