TRUCKFUCKED; THE ULTIMATE DREAM

BY: ERU & JAMIE (KARI AS MORAL SUPPORT): THE SINSQUAD

A/N : LMAO! I LUV YAOI! DON'T LIKE DON'T READ! KINESIS X TRUCK OTP! AKSKDJFGKJSDFKJSDF! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING I JUST FIND IT HOT o/o

After the rough marathon bow-chika-wow-wow he went with the truck he's stolen (ehem, "borrowed") from the truck driver, Kinesis crashed to the world of dreams, wondering various things starting from the universe's purpose to what he'd do in the future.

When he awoke, in the strange dreamlike trance, he noticed his hands were bound tight, his dangalong-linglong leaking through his pants, a truck-shaped cyborg looking down at him. He was very confused, as trucks aren't supposed to do that (this only happened in the transformers,) especially when the truck unleashed its Schlongmaster 2000 in front of Kinesis. The goo pipe loomed over his face in its full glory of nineteen inches that sent a fruit-by-the-foot out to cry. At this point, the male realised he was in for a nineteen inch train of pain.

The truck whispered, "Let's bake the potato together, Kinesis," before the beef bridge that crossed 7 seas impatiently penetrated him, only giving him a moment to adjust as that wormy McJuicemaker began to thrust into his tight sausage-yearning cavern that only clenched in response to the mushroom-tipped love dart filling its insides. Strings of saliva slid down Kinesis' chin, creating small snail trails. Feeling this much pleasure inside of him caused his eyes to roll into the back of his head. However, the truck seemed unfinished, only grabbing Kinesis' eight inches of throbbing jesus, making him come violently all over the sheets, following with a humpy moan echoing throughout the room.

"It seems my dinglehopper is enough to make you spread your white honey everywhere." The truck tsked nonchalantly.

Kinesis could only nod, his Homo Erectus springing up and down in excitement even after such an intense joint session of congress. After a moment of gasping, he smirked as he gathered enough energy to do so, before grabbing a tissue from the side, wiping sweat and hot milk off his forehead. This current situation was freaking the hell out of him, yes, but that session of doing squat thrusts into the cucumber patch was absolutely breathtaking, and the truck in front of him was flawless from beginning to end. It has been absolutely forever since he has found a fleshy winnebago that would be able to please his asshole that was used to the beauty that were the trucks.

He may as well enjoy this while it lasted, he minded(idk what word to use here my mind is at a break). Now, determined, he leaned closer to the truck and grabbed its Mr. Jiggle Daddy, running his hand over the slit, enjoying the metallic vibrations as the others' Pebble and Bam Bam began to tighten.

"Mmmmhhh…~ Your big, fat meat bazooka is enough to make me pop several nuts…" Kinesis grabbed the truck and drove into a heavy kiss, moaning. The truck, acknowledging the boy's enthusiasm, began to respond, jerking forward into his hands, spending his load. Kinesis fingered the presidential podium as the oil of truck coated his hands, lifted it up and licked it, watching the reaction carefully.

It barely took a few second for the truck's beef bazooka was ready for action, and Kinesis was forced into various positions that challenged his flexibility, but obliged. Hours passed as the two locked legs and swapped the gravy, only the sound of moans, screams of pleasure and the heavy pants surrounding the air.

When Kinesis awoke, the feeling of his underwear covered in his tail juice, as well as his throbbing buster mcthunderstick greeted him. Sad that he's now alone and no longer with the dream partner of his life, he wrapped his hands around his Dr. Kenneth Noisewater, polishing his sword. His groan of pleasure soon dissolved into disappointment as he realized it was nothing compared to what he had experienced in the dream.

Kinesis grabbed his favorite model trucks and trains, attempting to ride the great knuckler, but nothing could compare to that dream's hunka hunka burnin' love. Disappointed yet not losing hope, Kinesis rang a certain familiar number, grinning widely;

"Hey, Jay, can you build me a truck?"

real a/n: ok this physically hurt to write (i was laughing my ass off). to put ourselves in the true mood we wrote this shit in comic sans 14. seriously. i'm not even kidding. everyone please google euphemisms for dicks and sex, i swear i never laughed this hard in my life before and was the motivation for this piece's existence. i should seriously write badfics more often really

thx eru i would have never finished this without you. kari i won that dare now right.