Back in the days when a guy could hitchhike without either being the guy that killed the guy who picked you up or, being the driver who offed the hitchhiker, I began to hitchhike across America. A lot.
The first time was when I was just 18 years old, about a week after high school. I had long, red, curly hair – about an inch above my shoulders. I weighed about 170 lbs., and I was 6′ tall. I was a little hippie stud muffin that was into everything, and despite my perpetual horniness and perverse fantasies, my sex life was almost ordinary. I had a steady high school girlfriend to fuck and fuck we did.
In the Spring, the last days before the previous Easter break, my girlfriend had already left for a two-week vacation with her family. But, we had a high school theater cast party where I ended up fucking the choreographer they hired — she was an older woman – all of twenty-one years old, and I felt like a stud. That was the last I saw of the choreographer but… after a week, I discovered that I had lice. I only really found out when I was talking about itching my crotch to my best friend and he told me I probably got lice from that skanky choreographer. That was fucked! I learned that the quickest way to get rid of it was to shave my pubes!
I shaved all the pubic hair around my cock and balls and whatever little hair I had on my belly up to my sparse chest hair. When I was done, I was freaked out because, along with my apple cheek complexion where I was still only growing peach fuzz facial hair, I thought my naked pubes made me look like a little kid. What the fuck was I going to tell my girlfriend? I was so worried that I stripped for my buddy and showed him and… fuck him. He laughed at me and agreed that I looked like a little kid. But he told me the only thing to do was to convince my girlfriend to shave her pubes because it was beautifully sexy. (Of course, when I asked him if he would convince his girl and maybe himself, he said fuck no! He wasn’t going to look like some queer kid.)
Well fuck it. I convinced my girlfriend before we fucked that shaving her pubes would make sex more fun, that it was a wild thing to do, and she did it! Which really was pretty damn sexy because she had this huge black bush that had always covered her cunt. And damn. She looked really fucking hot with a bare-naked pussy. And then fucking was incredible. The sensations of our naked groins sliding around on each other, slick with her cunt juices and our sweat were out of this world. And, I loved licking her bare cunt, making love to her whole crotch from her asshole to above the folds of her wet slit. She loved it too. We both started using her depilatory cream to keep ourselves smooth and bare. Before I left to go hitchhiking, we had great mini-orgy fuck with my girlfriend and my best friend’s girl where we both fucked each other’s girls. Afterwards, although everyone did agree that my shaved pubes made me look a lot younger (I believe my buddy said something like a twelve year old fuck him), his girl also said that they should try it.
We all fucked again the next morning and then – I stuck out my thumb to – all gone to look for America. I was a hippie wanna be and I was a goin’ to Californ-I-Eh to tune in, turn on (and fuck).
Somewhere in Ohio, I got a ride from an old guy (50 or 60?… Ooold) in a pickup truck. I threw my backpack into the truck bed and climbed into the cab.
“Hey kid. Where’ya off to?” he inquired.
“California,” I replied.
“Heh,” he laughed, “I’m only going a few miles, but I can take you that far. Your mommy and daddy let a hot one like you out on the road?”
“Uhhh…. yeah,” I said, whatever…
I willing to go 5 miles or 500, as long as I was headed the right way. The cab of the pick-up truck was clean and empty. Except, that on the seat between us, there were several hard-core pornographic magazines. I casually glanced down at them and checked out the graphic covers.
“You wanna look at those?” said the old guy. “Your probably old enough to enjoy ’em. Feel free.”
“Thanks,” I said, picking up one of the magazines.
It was a well thumbed through mag with very explicit shots of men and women fucking. There were big cocks pushing into naked cunts and spewing cum over eager faces. Dicks getting sucked by willing mouths and fucking cunts in front and behind. Cocks fucking assholes. Lots of cum. Lots of pussy. Lots of big, fat cocks. I had been jerking off to pornographic novels, Penthouse and Playboy for years, but this was the first hard core porno magazine I had ever seen. This incredible erotic montage of lurid sex gave me a giant erection almost immediately.
I had pretty much stopped wearing underwear my senior year in high school because it made me feel sexy to not wear underwear and, because I had a fucking girlfriend, and, after shaving my pubes, I loved the feeling of my naked groin just inside my pants. The fact that sometimes my hard-on was obvious didn’t generally bother me. I was a little bit perverse that way, almost an exhibitionist. But now, my boner was threatening to rip a hole in my shorts.
“Damn. That make you hard?” probed the old guy, reaching over to my side of the truck, placing his hand on my crotch, and giving my stiff cock a squeeze.
Whoa! I thought. This is strange. Where is this going?
“Yeah, that’s nice, boy” he said, his hand still grasping and shaking my prick a little. “You want to show it to me?”
He glanced at me with pleasant expectation. My chest tightened. My cock was hard. His hand was massaging me, gently squeezing my prick and my balls. I was aroused…
“Ffwwww.” I blew out my breath. What the hell. I was a bit of a perverse exhibitionist… With my heart pounding, I slipped my shorts down and let my naked groin and erect cock jump free.
“Damn,” he said, reaching over again and stroking my shaft, “The little boy’s got a big dick…”
“Ohhhhh” I murmured, the feel of his callused hand on my penis turning me on.
“Nice,” he said as he ran his fist up and down my hard meat. “Now, you play with it,” he said removing his hand.
Then, he opened his own pants as I gently squeezed my throbbing tool. His cock was stiff when he took it out. It was about the same size as mine – 6 inches, but thicker around.
“Here’s where I get off,” he chuckled as he pulled onto an exit ramp off the highway.
It was a long ramp and halfway through, he pulled the truck over onto the grass, well off the shoulder.
“Let me have some of that,” he said after the truck was stopped.
And he leaned over to take my stiff manhood into his mouth.
“Ohh, ohh,” I moaned, not sure this was a good idea.
He sucked me deep into his mouth, managing to stimulate my cock head and my veined shaft while gently squeezing my naked balls.
“Godddd,” I gasped.
This was extraordinary. This old guy was slurping away on my boned organ like a professional cunt. He was fucking better than my girlfriend. This old guy could really suck cock! His head was bobbing up and down, licking, sucking, vacuuming my hard cock like he was competing in the Best Blow job finals.
“Ohh, ohh, oh, fuucckk,” I panted, feeling my tightness grow and swell.
Jesus! This guy was unfucking believable. I could feel my cock head lodge in his throat, and he contracted his throat muscles, squeezing while his tongue lapped at my shaft buried in his silky, hot mouth. His head continued up and down, caressing, sucking, squeezing my hard tool over and over and over again.
“AHhh, hh, hhhh,” I cried, feeling like he was sucking up my sperm right from my balls when I blew, gushing into his willing mouth.
God! It was a fucking incredible orgasm! It was fucking better than fucking my fucking girlfriend! My whole body exploded into ecstasy as my prick pumped its jizz, shooting violently as the old guy eagerly drank my cum. He kept on going and going, sucking me dry and still kept on as I moaned and struggled…
“Nn-no,” I begged, “stop, please, I can’t take anymore,” as his mouth continued to piston my cock.
He finally stopped and, after giving my cock head a few licks, cleaning up the whatever semen had escaped his mouth, he rose up with a satisfied look on his face. His cock was still rock hard.
“Would you be interested in doing me?” he asked, rubbing his dick.
I nervously shook my head no, my body still coming down from this incredible orgasm. I didn’t want to suck this guy. I wasn’t a homo, and we were in the middle of the highway. And I’d just cum. And he was old…..
I put myself back together and got my backpack from the back of the truck.
“Uh, thanks,” I said through the open window.
He nodded, sort of half smiled, and drove off, his stiff manhood still poking out of his pants. Whew, I thought to myself. This hitchhiking can get a little weird. I couldn’t believe that this old guy could give me a blow job like that. That was amazing.
I got more rides after that and the next day and, almost every other ride seemed to want to get high with me and I ended up smoking both weed and hash… Far out… In the evening, somewhere in Colorado maybe, I got picked up by a younger man, somewhere in his twenties. He was driving an old beat-up sedan, and I knew as soon as I got in the car that this guy was somewhat wacked out. He talked a blue streak and all the time kept on checking out my body, my face, my crotch. And he looked like something out of the old movie “Reefer Madness.” He was that agitated.
After a while, he said, “This is where I get off”, pulled off the highway onto an isolated exit ramp, turned down the dark road and pulled onto the shoulder and stopped.
“Uhhhh… Okay. Thanks…” I started to say…
But then he reached over and grabbed my cock through my shorts! Fuck! I was shocked but… I immediately got hard. Fuck! I let him unzip my shorts right there, freeing my rigid tool. Fuck. I did not resist as he promptly bent over across the seats and took my stiff meat into his mouth. He began savagely sucking and slurping away on my meat as if he had been starving for young cock and I was his taste of deliverance. He grabbed me and pumped my penis in a mad frenzy of need.
“Yeah,” he said, “You’re fucking smooth, you fucking whore. You like me fucking you, don’t you. You like my mouth on your prick. Yeah. I can fuck you in the ass. Huh? huh? Come on your face. You’d like that. My hard cock up your asshole. Want me to fuck you in the ass? I could tie you up and fuck you in the ass until you squealed.”
All the while he was babbling, he was pulling on my pud, masturbating me, his mumbling mouth inches from my cock head. He would ferociously swallow my cock, gobbling up my pulsing hardness and then go back to talking about all the ways he’d like to violate my teenage body. And while he was really scaring me, I was also really turned on. I didn’t want him to do any these perverse things to me right then – it was too dangerous, but his rantings were getting me hotter and hotter at the thoughts of him stripping and raping me.
“Uuoohhhh Ohhhhh Yeahhhh, OH FUCK Yeah!!” I moaned as my butt arched off the seat and my cock began pumping out its hot cum into his fuck mouth!
“Yeah, yeah,” he gurgled, taking my spewing manhood deep into his throat, sucking the spewing gobs of cum from my prick.
“Oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh…” my hips fucked his fuck mouth as my mind went into ecstatic white light, orgasming over and over again…
He kept on sucking, vacuuming my penis dry, drinking my cum and writhing on the front seat of his car. I finally had to push his head off my cock, as he kept on licking and sucking. It was again too much!
“I can fuck you in the ass. You want me to fuck you in the ass?” he panted as I came down from my high.
“No,” I mumbled. “I can’t. I can’t… I never have… I’m sorry…”
“Okay,” he said. “This is where you get off.”
And that was all. He didn’t say another word as I got my stuff, and he took off. Didn’t say another word. He was bizarre. I got another ride that night and kept on going…
Late the next day, going down towards Nevada from Utah, I was picked up by a businessman – probably in his late thirties. Nice car, sharp dresser, suit, tie and what looked like a cashmere overcoat. After the normal “where are you going” questions, the now normal “you want to get high” question came.
“Sure,” I said, a little weirded out as he pulled out a fat joint.
It was weird because I figured this guy was a Mormon — he just looked the part and was also probably some kind of successful business executive. Plus, he then did not light the joint for himself, but gave it to me to smoke. Fuck yeah, I thought. Fuck weird. I lit the doobie up but, again, he refused when I tried to pass it to him.
He said “No — I’ve got to drive into the night, and it’ll put me to sleep. You smoke and we’ll talk to keep me awake. Okay?”
Damn. No problem, I thought. Very nice car… luxury leather seats? Driving down the highway smoking primo weed — all for fucking free! What a great life!
So, this guy’s name was Jerry. He, like most of my rides, was surprised when he found out that I was not as young as he thought. He told me he used to hitchhike when he was younger and we talked about that and my hitchhiking and my high school stuff and about different kinds of pot and whatever and, then he asked me about my ring. I bought my girlfriend and myself two identical rings a while ago. They were silver with a naked man and woman intertwined in an erotic embrace circling the ring. To most people, it just looked like an abstract design unless they looked at it closely. He noticed it from the driver’s seat and asked to look at it. I had no problem with that and handed it to him to see up close. After examining the ring, he gave it back and the conversation turned to art, erotica, and human sensuality. I described fucking the choreographer; the lice; shaving my pubes; convincing my girl to shave; how it felt fucking; and even our little orgy send off. I began spacing out on the combination of weed and talking about sex and my cock began to get hard… really hard… My dick tented my shorts while I was recounting my sexual adventures to Jerry and I unconsciously put my hand on it, grasping my excited cock through my shorts.
“Let me show you something, Greg” Jerry said.
As I watched in stoned bemusement, my hand squeezing my cock, he opened his coat, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants and pulled out a hard, fat cock. I stared, open mouthed, as he slipped his pants and underwear down, exposing a massively thick, fat cock – and totally hairless pubes.
“What do you think?” he said with a smile.
He took one hand and pulled his proportionately huge naked balls up from between his legs and squeezed his oversized member. God it was thick. It wasn’t that long, but man, from where I sat, it looked huge. I stared open mouthed while I kneaded my own jumping cock…
“N-nice,” I stuttered, strangely turned on by viewing his huge cock.
“I had it shaved because I had a hemorrhoid operation. Let’s see yours,” he said.
Oh yeah I thought… Fuck; this is what I do… I opened my shorts, exposing my hard, six-inch naked meat.
“Nice,” he echoed and grasped my shaft, rubbing some of the already oozing pre-cum on my pulsing head.
“Ooooooooh,” I sighed as I moved a little closer to him and let him play with my turgid flesh.