Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Hitcher... A True Story
Date: 6 Nov 1995 23:23:56 GMT

			     The Hitcher
			     A True Story

	It was a pleasant January night in South Florida and I was out
just riding around in my car... checking things out... which is one of
my favorite pastimes. The tourist season hadn't really started yet and
things were rather dull around Fort Lauderdale so, I thought that I
would take U.S. Route 1 down to Miami. It wasn't as quick as taking
the Interstate, but usually a bit more interesting. I didn't know it
yet but this particular night, it was going to be a lot more
interesting than usual.

	I was almost to the city limits when I came upon this young,
slim, but well proportioned, good looking guy, who was hitchhiking. He
looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old and had shoulder
length sun-bleached blonde hair, was about 5'8" tall and looked from a
distance like your typical Florida surfer boy.

	I pulled over and he jumped into the car flashing me an
incredibly cute smile saying, "Thanks," as he slammed the door behind
him. I asked where he was headed for and he told me Hollywood, which
was about ten miles ahead, or halfway to Miami.

	I said, "no problem," and pulled back out into the light
traffic. I introduced myself and he told me his name was Chris. He
seemed a bit shy, so I took the initiative of striking up a
conversation. Chris offered polite answers but didn't really expand
beyond supplying the precise information requested.

	Before long, Chris started to relax and became more
conversational. I would get glimpses of his exceptionally handsome
face from the headlights as we passed oncoming cars. "God this kid is
cute!" I thought to myself. The oncoming cars kept lighting up his
face but the street lights would light up his lap as he sat in the
seat next to me. My eyes kept flashing from the road, to his face, to
his crotch, depending on the angle of the light.

	My first glance toward his crotch caused me to emit a
controlled gasp, and a wave of excitement tingled through my whole
body. There was an outline of a huge shaft which had slipped down the
leg of his jeans. It rivaled that of my boyhood buddy whose nickname
in school was "Big Dick." This had nothing to do with his name which
was Don, or his 5'7" height or weight of 155 lbs. It was a tribute to
having the largest dick in the school of 1100 students and was fully
ten inches when hard. He wasn't afraid to show it either, he was
pretty proud of it but that's another story.

	Chris told me he had been living with his father in Daytona,
but they didn't get along too well so he left, and thumbed to
Hollywood to live with his mother for a while. He said that he had
been in Fort Lauderdale looking for a job. The more I looked at that
beautiful face of his and that overstuffed right pant leg the hornier
I got. I could think of a job I would like to offer him right away but
I got the feeling that was not what he had in mind.

	We were getting close to Hollywood, and if there was going to
be any chance of this being anything more than me giving this guy a
ride home, and a missed opportunity, I knew that I should give some
sort of hint or something.

	I decided to dive into this subject with both feet because if
I didn't he would soon be out of the car and on his way. I swallowed
hard, composed myself and then sort of matter-of-factly mentioned that
there was quite a bulge there in his pants and he must be hung like a
bull.

	I thought that I had blown it, when in the lights I could see
a look of shock come across his face which was gradually replaced by a
look of total embarrassment. He gave a nervous sounding giggle and
stuttered that he had been told that before, but never by a guy. I
asked if he would mind if we fooled around a little. There was dead
silence for what seemed like a full minute. I thought he was about to
get real pissed or demand that I pull over and tell me to let him out
of the car. He looked straight ahead so he would not have to look me
in the eye and his shaking voice said,"What do you mean, what would I
have to do?" I suggested that we jerk each other off (I really wanted
a lot more, but I didn't want to push it and scare him away) as this
opportunity I was offering was obviously uncharted territory for him.

	He smiled slightly and said, "I don't know, I never did
anything with a guy before." I continued to be as persuasive as I knew
how. Finally he agreed to let me jerk him off if I would give him ten
bucks, but he said he did not want to do anything to me. I decided
that ten bucks was the least I could do considering he was out of work
and all; besides I wanted to get my hands on that huge dick which lay
there in his pants teasing my every sensuality. He also told me he
didn't have much time as his Mom was expecting him by 11PM.

	The only place which seemed private enough was this open field
we drove by, so I swung into the entrance road and drove to the far
end, away from the highway, and stopped, turned off the lights and
killed the engine.

	I reached over and ran my hand over the huge bulge in his pant
leg. I squeezed it, learning that this thing was every bit as huge as
it looked and it wasn't even hard yet. I could only imagine what it
would be like hard. I unbuttoned his jeans and first felt the base of
it through his white boxer trunks. I was impressed by it's thickness
which seemed as big as my wrist. My excitement heightened and I gave a
quick feel through the fly of his shorts then anxious to get my hands
on the whole thing I ran my hand over the top of the waistband and
slipped my searching fingers into his pubic hair. It was not coarse
but as fine and silky as the hair on his head and his skin was as soft
as a baby's butt. This was no baby though, this was a guy so hot
looking, and so well endowed, that I could not believe how lucky I was
tonight, to have this be happening to me. I again located the base of
his shaft and managed to hook my finger under the still soft member
and worked it back and forth until it finally gave up it's position in
his pants leg which was no easy task.

	Suddenly this heavy hunk of meat flopped out and was now
laying on his stomach pointed upward toward his chest. I was a little
disappointed that he was not getting hard but soon I could feel it
harden in my hands and he slid his shorts and jeans down around his
ankles. This thing was so big and so beautiful I couldn't believe it.
It was circumcised and cut an impressive outline against his hairless
stomach, his tan line crossed only about half way up the shaft and his
balls and shaft were as hairless as his stomach. I began to stroke it
and could feel it surge with excitement as Chris started to enjoy what
was happening to him. Needless to say my dick had been hard since the
moment I saw that bulge thirty minutes earlier.

	I had one hand on his throbbing mass and one hand exploring
his almost hairless body and he was starting to moan and groan a
little which heightened my excitement. I finally went down on his huge
cock but I could hardly get my mouth over much more than the head
without really pushing down hard. The head was pretty big but only
about half as big around as the shaft.

	I raised my mouth off of his dick to capture another look at
that beautiful face of his and place a kiss on his lips. He didn't
really kiss me back, but he didn't fight it either. It was obvious he
was full of emotion. He mumbled something which I didn't quite get so
I asked him to repeat himself. His voice was very soft and full of
emotion as he repeated nervously "Can I do it to you?" I was overcome
with joy that he wanted to get more involved and moved his hand onto
my already exposed dick. He started to stroke my dick feverishly as I
sucked on his dick and also took his balls into my mouth.

	Suddenly he pushed my head away from his dick and I was
fearful that he had changed his mind about what we were doing. I sat
up, prepared to calm his fears but before I could ask him what was
wrong, he dove into my lap and practically swallowed my dick in his
mouth. Now he was squirming all over the seat, as he moaned and
groaned in the delight of sucking his first dick. I had to reach all
the way around his waist to grab onto his hot, wet, throbbing prick
which was almost touching his chest in his hunched over position on
the car seat.

	We were pretty wound up in a feeling of total ecstasy and we
both tensed up and released each others loads simultaneously onto our
stomachs and chests which were now bare. Somehow in all this we had
managed to undo our shirts without even realizing it. We continued to
stroke each others dicks until we collapsed in total exhaustion, sort
of leaning on each other. We must had stayed that way for about five
minutes and then I produced some tissues from the back seat and we
cleaned each other up. I leaned over and placed a kiss on the side of
his face. He turned an placed a nice long wet kiss on my mouth which I
gladly returned.

	He told me that he had to get going. I said "OK," and we put
our clothing back together. He pulled up his pants but I managed to
get in a goodbye squeeze before he packed it away. I drove him to the
end of his street and he thanked me for the "unexpected experience,"
adding that he really enjoyed it. I already knew that, and told him
that he was one hot dude. He again flashed that cute smile and said,
"Maybe we would meet again." I told him, "I hope so," but
unfortunately we did not exchange phone numbers.

	As I drove away, I watched him start walking down the side
street toward where he said he was living. I suddenly remembered that
I had forgotten to give him the promised ten bucks. I spun the car
around, raced back and turned down his street but he had disappeared.

	We both forgot about the ten bucks, an amount I would have
gladly exchanged for that phone number. I really should not be so
forgetful in the future.

	In the following months, I would cruise down his street
whenever I was in the area, I never saw him again, but I think of him
often.