Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2007 08:37:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Grope Subject: Highway Pickup Chapter 1 "Nice vehicle!" the boy remarked settling into the passenger seat. Joe nodded. "It suits me." Joe didn't usually pick up hitchhikers, especially young kids like this one, because he knew the risks involved: false accusations of sexual assault and that kind of stuff. But this kid looked ok. "Where you headed?" The kid shrugged. "Nowhere particular, just want to get away..." "From what?" The kid remained silent, a frown puckering his brow. Joe glanced over, "Whatever, kid. I'm going as far as Pickering. I can drop you there." "Great." "You married?" The question startled Joe. "Yeah. Why do you ask?" "No reason." They were silent for a while. Joe thought about his wife, about the lack of love and sex in his marriage, thought about how horny he got, how often he had to use his hand to relieve the tension in his groin. His hand strayed now involuntarily to his crotch to adjust his genitals in the tight prison of his denim shorts. Damn! He wished this kid wasn't here, he could get his cock out and stroke while he was driving, something he did most every day. "You got a girlfriend?" It was the kid's turn to be surprised. "No. Who needs girls? Why do you ask?" "No reason," Joe replied with a grin. The kid grinned too. They relapsed into silence. Joe considered the boy's answer "Who needs girls?". Seems strange, he thought, a goodlooking kid like this doesn't have a girlfriend. Not only goodlooking but well-built too, not heavy, but a nice muscularity in the arms and the shoulders, firm legs - the boy's shorts revealed a good expanse of thigh - and firm pecs under his teeshirt. Joe caught himself thinking: I bet he has a nice cock, too.... Get a grip, Joe, he thought to himself. His eye caught a movement and he glanced over briefly to see the boy rubbing his crotch. God, thought Joe, if I did that to myself, I'd have a raging hard on in no time. He felt his cock stirring. "Listen, mister, I hope you don't mind, but I just gotta do something or I'll explode." "Do what?" "I gotta jack off. Is it ok with you? I won't make a mess or anything." Without waiting for Joe's reply, he unzipped and flicked out his cock, which was already stiff and throbbing. Joe gripped the wheel tightly, his jaw set. He could feel his own cock swelling as the blood pumped into it, felt it sliding along his thigh till it was peeping out from under the hem of his shorts. The boy saw it and whistled. "Wow! Looks like I'm not the only one! Hey, man, I like your cock." As he spoke, the boy spat in the palm of his hand and began stroking his cock, long slow strokes the whole length of the shaft. Joe glanced over again. The sight of the boy working his fist over his cock caused Joe's cock to stiffen till it seemed to be fighting against the material of his shorts to get upright. He desperately wanted now to release it and get his fingers round it. "Why don't you join me, man?" the boy said boldly. "I'm driving," Joe said, and immediately realised it was a dumb thing to say. "Let me do it for you," the boy said softly. He reached across and released Joe's cock gently from its prison. "Mmmm, beautiful!" he murmured, wrapping his fingers round the man's cock, all the while continuing to stroke his own. Joe took the next side road and pulled up in a forest clearing, away from prying eyes. Their eyes met. Each knew that the other was hot for sex. Joe was the first to speak. Hesitantly, stammering slightly: "Listen, I'm not... I mean, I never did any stuff with a guy before... I mean, I don't know....." The boy smiled. "Don't worry, let me lead the way." Joe remembered how he had worried about drivers being accused of sexually attacking young hitchhikers. It seems that, in this case, it was going to be the other way round. [To be continued. Comments to jackgrope@yahoo.com]