Hitchhiker, Part 1
submitted May 24, 2004
The following story is true and only a few names have changed to protect the guilty.
It was one of those insanely hot and muggy summer nights in Northern Ontario, the kind of night where the humidex was at 120% and not ever air conditioning could cool the body down. I was returning to Bala where I worked at a children’s summer camp as head cook. After spending the day in Toronto I was happy to be returning to the small town sanity of this little cottage town.
I was driving my ‘87 Cutlass and enjoying the breeze wafting through the open windows. The speed limit was 100 km per hour and I was just hovering above that as the night was right for driving and I was in no hurry. I was listening to A Space Odyssey on the CD player and not really paying any attention to the other drivers who seemed hell bent on getting where they were going at breakneck speed.
About 30 minutes outside of Orillia I could see a figure on the edge of the road, about a mile ahead. In my head I was hoping it was a hitchhiker as I was bored of driving alone and could use the company…and with the weather as it was I was horny as hell. As I approached the figure it was easy to see that in fact his thumb was in the air and looking for a ride. As I am not one to always pick up the wayward car-less souls, I did a quick inventory of the young man as I passed him, slowed my car and pulled over to the shoulder. At best guess I would assume him to be 23 or 24. With what he was wearing he was obviously trying to beat the heat. He had on a white tank top and torn cut off jean shorts. At a quick glance he was the sort of guy that deserved another look.
He rushed up to my car and looked in the open window and asked me where I was headed. I told him and he mentioned that he was going to Huntsville which is another 60 miles from my destination but would appreciate the ride if just to get out of the heat of the evening. After the invitation he jumped in the car and we shook hands. He introduced himself as Greg and thanked me for stopping. With the formalities out of the way I made my way back into traffic.
(Before I go any further let me describe myself before we get to the juicy bits about him. The previous September I had won a lottery in Canada and did not need to work for the summer, but chose to cook at a summer camp as it allowed me my two favorite activities, cooking and young men. The ‘young men’ is another story that I will be happy to share at a later date.
Anyway, I had been dabbling in many activities throughout the last year and one of them was clothing design. This particular day I had a pair of shorts on that I had designed myself. They were made of soft blue terry and had Velcro strips in the sides and in the crotch. This way I could free myself from my clothes and drive naked or at least crotch-less if I preferred to and if I got pulled over or had to stop for any reason I could be wearing shorts within minutes and no one was the wiser.
At the time this took place I was in tremendous shape. I had just left a job on a dude ranch as the head trail boss. Riding horses gives you amazing thighs and calves. I had a washboard stomach and proportionate pectorals. Then and now, I have an aversion for body hair and from my nose to my toes I shave weekly. My eyes are ice blue and I had brown short cropped hair.)
Greg threw his bag in the back seat, sat down and settled in for the long ride. I offered him a bottle of water out of the cooler in the back seat and he happily accepted. He tossed it back like he’d not had cool drink in weeks. In doing so he gave himself a great case of “brain freeze.” While he recuperated, I got the chance to check out this young man.
He, I later found out, was 23. I was 25. He had sandy blonde surfer type hair that tickled the top of his shoulder blades. His tank top was made of Lycra or spandex and hugged his toned but thin torso. From under his arms tufts of blonde hair wisped at his well defined pecs. His legs were devoid of hair. My eyes wandered up and down his body. He was a blond god. The shorts he wore were of well-worn denim. The crotch area was threadbare and by all accounts he wore no under wear. The mound that made up his crotch area was larger than I would have expected for his 5’6” frame. Plain and simple, he was HOT!
After standing in the hot and sticky evening air, I half expected him to have body stench beyond reproach. Instead, he had the aroma of a man after a post-workout shower. It’s the kind of sweat that sets in when your body realizes it is clean, but now that you have clothes on and the skin is still hot from the water, a thin coating of perspiration covers the body. It was sweat, no mistaking it. But, it was clean “fuck the daylights” out of me sweat.
Greg recovered from his brain freeze and we began the usual small talk: “what you been up to, why are you going to Huntsville” - the usual gab that makes up the “get to know ya” stage. He was very talkative, but vague with the answers he gave. Nonetheless, he was still a conversation and it was good to be next to such a beautiful man. The conversation came to a standstill when he asked what I did for a living. Instead of telling the truth I opted for the bullshit story that usually gets me laid.
“Well, I do many things,” I said. “I research properties for clients who are looking for resort space. When I am not undertaking that hobby, I am a salesman.”
“What do you sell?” he asked.
“Adult novelties,” I replied.
“Really, like dildos, porno, cock rings and stuff?” he barked.
“Yes. All of those things and more,” I answered.
He seemed to warm up a bit and then asked me about my shorts. Since the adult novelty line had him interested, I threw caution to the wind and told him the truth. I told him that I prefer not to wear any clothes while driving and so I designed these to remove them when I drove and how easy they were to put back on when I need that to happen. I told him I like the way the wind from the car windows would caress my nuts and make me hard.
While telling him the story, I was kept a cautious eye on the road. The other paid close attention to his crotch and the obvious growth that was happening.
He seemed content with my answer and asked for another bottle of water. I assured him that he could have anything he wanted. He smiled and reached back for another bottle. As he did, I released the Velcro between my legs and let my cock and balls free. I was beginning to become erect and I needed the space to allow all nine inches to have freedom to roam. As soon as he sat back down, it was obvious from the wet spot on his shorts that we both were having the same ideas.
We chatted again for a little while and he told me that he had just had a fight with his girlfriend and was heading to the cottage for the weekend to get away from her bullshit. It was then that I told him that I would be able to take him all the way to his cottage if he would like, since I really had no where I had to be. Sure, I lied.
He thanked me, accepted my offer and started to squirm a little in his seat.
“You all right?” I asked.
“Yeah. But, these stupid shorts are cutting off the circulation in my legs,” he responded.
“So, take them off,” I said.
He seemed to decide if that was a good idea or not.
I seized the moment and said, “I will if you will.”
With that I grabbed hold of the material between my legs and ripped the Velcro free and there I sat naked and hard as a rock. My cock rose proud and oozed pre-cum all over my leg. His eyes widened and he began to drool a bit. He needed no further encouragement.
As he was taking his shorts off he mentioned, “Well, I see we have something in common. Well, a couple of things actually.”
“Oh, what?” I asked.
“We both shave and we both have impressive cocks,” he returned.
He was not lying. He had a good eight inches of solid cock and it was at least six inches around. He was drooling huge gobs of pre-cum and I was having trouble keeping my eye on the road. What a hunk!
He moved over in the seat a little and asked me if I would mind if he had a closer look at my dick. He’d never seen an uncut one up close. I encouraged his actions and he started to explore my cock with his fingers. He was very gentle and made all the right moves to make my cock bounce in approval. He even played with the puddle of pre-cum on my leg. I was in heaven and expected nothing else but was firmly rewarded when he lowered his head to my cock and took my cock head in his mouth.
His tongue made expert circles around the head and lapped my foreskin with his tongue. The fingers on his right hand played with my nut sack. Every once in a while his fingers ventured down between my legs to my ass crack, ever further with each pass. I shifted further forward in the seat to give him better access.
This was by no means the first blowjob this guy had ever delivered. His throat was masterful on my cock. He bobbed his head up and down while swirling his tongue around my corona. On the down thrust he would force his fore finger deep into my ass and then draw back as he did with his mouth.
Needless to say, this got me very excited and I had to pay close attention to my driving while my surfer sucked my cock. He had me at the brink of orgasm and I told him so. This just made him dive down further on my cock and he held my cock deep in his throat while his one finger became two and then three thrust deep into my guts. I could take no more of this and gave one final warning, I put my hand on the back of his head and held him there while I released seven heavy streams of cum into his throat.
In doing so, I threw my head back and forgot that I was driving. I damn near drove into a ditch. I lost contact with the road and started to skid on the soft shoulder gravel. Quickly I snapped back into reality and realized if I did not make a snap decision we were going to die. I slammed on the brakes and pulled the wheel hard to the right and took a very sharp right hand turn onto an old dirt road. Again I slammed on the brakes and finally we came to a complete stop. As I recovered from nearly wrecking the car, I realized Greg was still sucking my cock.
He got up out of my lap with a cum-eating grin on his face and said, “That was totally amazing”.
If you would like to know what happened next please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and let me know. Subject line of the email must read “Hitchhiker.”