Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2005 02:09:07 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Hitchhiker to Sedalia

			   HITCHHIKER TO SEDALIA
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Coming up on the interstate." Grandma announced like it was something
important. "We can make Sedalia by nightfall at this rate." That might have
mattered if we had been leaving from Columbus instead of Indianapolis.
Grandma and Grandpa insisted on stopping frequently, every few hours, to
sit and "recover" from the travel.
     And they wouldn't let me drive them! Grandpa was firmly set in the
driver's seat, Grandma just as firmly in the passenger seat, handling the
maps and delivering enthralling tidbits such as "There's a Shell station
just ahead, do we need gas yet?" and "It's forty-two more miles to the next
rest stop." We made a lot of those stops, what with two old people sharing
the car.
     Me, I was lucky to be on this trip, according to my Mom and Dad.
Grandma and Grandpa were spending their retirement years traveling around
the country, staying at their relatives along the way. They hit our house
every two years almost like clockwork.
     Mom and Dad were about to take off for a long trip to Europe, and
would be gone for the next four months. That left me to consider. They
decided they could dump me on Uncle Vern and Aunt Louise in the majestic
town of Sedalia, Missouri, and I could finish out my senior year of school
there. That went over like a lead balloon with me, as you can imagine, but
I wasn't being consulted. They wouldn't leave me alone in the house for
that long; I'd attended that school for three years before we had moved
away, and still had old friends there. Former friends, actually, but it
wasn't entirely strange to me. Okay, it all made sense, I guess.
     So I was sitting in the back seat of my grandparents' car, we'd been
three days on the road, making only about two to three hundred miles a day,
and I was getting thoroughly bored with the trip. Grandma and Grandpa were
getting deaf, both of them. By something approaching telepathy, they could
hear each other. Neither of them could hear me unless I screamed at them.
They often seemed to have forgotten I was in the back seat. I personally
think they were getting senile. But Grandpa's driving was stable and safe,
if markedly slower than the flow of traffic, and they seemed to be
competent in all the ways that mattered. And maybe, if Grandma was right,
we'd be in Sedalia by nightfall.
     Or maybe we'd end up stopping in St. Louis and be another day on the
road!
     That "rest stop" comment started sounding good another hour later when
we got closer. I leaned up to shove my head close to both their ears and
said, "Hey, Grandpa, I need the rest stop!"
     "What's the matter, Linc, can't you hold it until we hit Missouri?"
Grandpa said, then he laughed, "Heh-heh-heh-heh!"
     "Hee-hee-hee!" Grandma put in.
     "Aw, come on!" I grumped. "We stop for you two often enough!"
     "Well, I wouldn't mind a chance to drain the goose myself." Grandpa
said.
     "Oh, you!" Grandma slapped Grandpa's arm gently, a mind-your-manners
slap. They seemed to be very much in love, very happy with each other. If
this trip wasn't taking so darned long, and if I could have talked to them
without leaning forward and screaming, I could have had a good time.
     The rest stop was just some picnic tables and a set of restrooms. A
man with a backpack and sitting on one of the tables, feet on the bench,
watching.
     I just hit the urinal and was done, Grandpa went into one of the
stalls. I knew he'd be a while, and so I was stumping around outside, not
going anywhere or looking at anything.
     "Pardon me, which way are you going?" came a soft male voice.
     I turned to look at the speaker, it was the guy who had been sitting
on the table.
     "Sedalia, Missouri for me." I said to him. "We'll get there tonight
unless Grandpa has to hit too many rest stops."
     He chuckled, and I realized he was only a few years older than
me. "I'm Rance Conner." he put out his hand and I shook it. His smile was
easy and relaxed, his face was covered with some days' worth of beard
stubble, but that just brought out the line of his jaw, a graceful curve
down a cleft chin. His skin was golden brown from days in the sun, his long
deep brown hair was clean and held back with a rubber band in a full-bodied
ponytail, a small gold ring glinted from one earlobe. He had on a green
windbreaker over a red plaid shirt with a white t-shirt peeking out in a
triangle at his throat, that over a pair of blue jeans that were faded but
only due to wear, they had started out deep blue; now they were just medium
blue.
     "I'm Lincoln Wayne." I said. No, I didn't say that backwards, our
family name was "Wayne" and I'd had the misfortune to be born on Lincoln's
birthday. "But people call me Linc."
     "Good to meet you, Linc." Rance said. "I heading for Sedalia myself,
if I can hitch a ride. Think you got room in your car for me?"
     Picking up a hitchhiker isn't usually a good idea. He could be a
robber or thief. That backpack could be holding a weapon and we'd be left
dead somewhere....
     Yet people still hitched rides, and people still picked them up. I
liked Rance, he didn't seem like the kind who'd take a knife to your
throat. He didn't seem desperate, or dangerous, just a guy on the tramp.
     "You'll have to ask my grandparents." I said. I figured if Grandpa and
Grandma were okay with it, so was I.
     Grandpa came out and he and Rance talked; it turned out that Rance
knew some people in Sedalia that Grandpa also knew; this was enough to make
Rance's acceptance easy.
     We got in the car and underway once again. Rance found out pretty
quick what I had known all along, except for their pronouncements from time
to time, Grandpa and Grandma were pretty much incommunicado. So he leaned
back and looked my way. "Why are you heading for Sedalia?" I asked him.
     "Why are you?"
     "Being dumped on my aunt and uncle until June." I affirmed. "You?"
     "Got some family in Sedalia I can stay with." Rance said. "Long enough
to find a job and get some money."
     "Where'd you come from?" I asked.
     "Baltimore." Rance said. "You?"
     "Jersey City. Why'd you leave Baltimore?"
     "I asked too many questions." Rance said, cutting me off.
     "Oh. Sorry."
     The miles went by a while in silence.
     "What do you do for fun on this ride, Linc?" Rance asked me.
     "Bored already?" I grinned at him. "I've been on this ride three days
already and I'm bored to death." I cocked my eyebrow. "It's why I've been
asking too many questions."
     "I see." Rance said.
     "If you got any idea of what to do the rest of this day, I'm willing
to listen to it." I said, looking out the window. Damned interstate
highways, they cleared the roadway on either side so far that you didn't
have a damned thing to look at. We were in Ohio, but it could have been
Missouri, or Pennsylvania, or New Jersey. It all looked alike, and....
     I felt a hand on my left leg. Surprised, I looked down at it, the big
brown hand like a large spider straddling my thigh, followed the arm up to
the face, the head tilted, the eyes...questioning.
     "Coming up on Dayton." my Grandma announced. "Another forty-five
miles."
     "Be there in another hour." my Grandpa agreed lazily.
     "Are you two okay back there?" Grandma called out without looking
back.
     "Yeah." I said. "We're fine." And though my voice wasn't loud at all,
Grandma nodded and went back to her maps.
     "There's a restaurant in another thirty miles." Grandma said. "Shall
we stop and have a bite to eat there?"
     "I could use something to munch on." Rance said to me. His hand came
up and cupped my crotch. "Something nice and young and hard. You got
anything like that?"
     Grandma didn't hear him, of course. She just smiled and nodded again,
and I realized he could have said anything and she would have smiled and
nodded.
     "You got anything like that?" Rance asked me again.
     I could only nod.
     "Scoot down in the seat a bit for me." Rance said. "Got to get this
open."
     I scooted and when I did, Rance's hands grabbed my fly and he worked
my zipper down.
     "Yeah, a nice hard, teenaged cock." Rance said. "Best kind there is,
hot and fresh on the vine."
     God, I was hard enough already, that drove my cock into a piece of
solid steel! It hurt to have Rance pull it out of my pants, and yet when he
did, it was the best damned feeling in the world!
     "Yeah, hard teenaged cock." Rance murmured. "Got to get my lips around
this one."
     And he leaned over and bent his head down, and I could only let him,
could only sigh in pleasure as his mouth closed on my cock. He took it down
the entire length easily, his lips only touched when he got to the bottom,
and he was pulling up on my shaft as he gripped, it was like a warm ring of
velvety delight was running up my cock, he was pressing his tongue to the
side of my dong and I closed my eyes and groaned as he pulled up to the
glans, his lips rippled over the flare, and he released me with a pop.
     Raised up and licked his lips, let a smile touch his face. "Yeah, just
the way I like it."
     "Uh, guh!" I said to him. Really, I had lost the power of speech, I
was proud to get that much out!
     Turn around this way, let me get a better hold on it." Rance advised
me.
     I scrambled around per his instructions. Watched his face, so wide and
masculine, as he bent back to working on my cock, and when his warmth
enclosed on me, I was lost again in pleasure, my entire concentration was
in my dong, he was working my prick. God, this man was a pro, my first time
being sucked by a man and he was the best I'd ever had!
     Grandpa and Grandma were in their own little world in the front seat,
while I had my own thing going on in the back! They were involved in
distances, amenities, towns and their attractions. I had this sun-browned
stud working on my dick, pulling my delight out of me with every stroke,
until my body begged for relief.
     But having brought me to the height of my joy, he seemed content to
keep me there, he slowed his tempo, working his lips in a way that somehow
kept me at the zenith of my desire, he held me there while my prick pumped
out massive amounts of pre-come, my dong throbbed with need, my moans were
seriously in danger of actually being heard by my grandparents!
     "Coming up soon." my Grandma said.
     "Huh?" I groaned out.
     "The restaurant." Grandma clarified. "It's coming up soon."
     "It sure is." I grunted to Rance, who grinned at me. "If it doesn't
come soon, I'm going to bust a nut."
     He grabbed my balls with that and squeezed, and I gasped. He moved his
lips, somehow differently (I've never had a blowjob better than that first
time with Rance, he knew everything about it!) and I was suddenly able to,
allowed to, permitted to come. I clung to that permission, hunched up with
my hips and I was coming!
     Rance choked, I guess I should have warned him I was coming, or maybe
I just came so much, he wasn't expecting it. But he had gloated about
having a teenaged cock in his mouth, he should have expected a teenager's
heavy load!
     So he choked, but he held on, and after a moment, he began to drink
it, I could hear him swallowing, God, he was drinking my jizz! In my
dazzled state of mind, it was magical, him swallowing my sperm, like he and
I were connected now, joined forever!
     Even when I was done, I kept on groaning and grunting, not wanting
this to end, not ever, I wanted him to suck me for the rest of my
heretofore miserable life, and miserable no longer, because I had Rance
now. God, don't let it ever end!
     But I finally had to damp down into simple panting, and I felt the
cold air as he let go of me, and he straightened up and wiped at his
lips. "Yeah, that's a nice hot load." He said to me approvingly. "Such a
sweet, hard load of jizz. Bet you can do that again in a couple of hours."
     "Yeah." I sighed out.
     "Here's the restaurant." Grandma warned, and I got busy getting my
pants pulled up again.
     Rance ate lunch with us, and I saw him looking around. A couple was
there with their son, a young blond-haired guy, and he excused himself, got
up and went over to them, talking to them. I watched him jealously, he was
smiling too much. Right at that blond guy.
     He came back and said, "I got myself a ride on into Sedalia."
     "But you're riding with us!" I protested.
     "Give me your number in Sedalia." Rance said. "I'll give you a call."
     "I have the number." Grandma said.
     I couldn't take it, I just got up and got back into the car. Sheesh,
my first time, and I was losing him already! That first time is so
important to a guy, you know? It wasn't right that he would immediately
leave me and go after another guy like he had, it just wasn't right!
     Grandma and Grandpa came out almost ten minutes later, and I sat in
silence as they dug Rance's backpack out of the trunk, we started up and
got back onto the highway. Grandpa was an okay driver, but the rule was not
to speak until we were moving out on the interstate; even Grandma was quiet
so he could concentrate.
     "Such a nice man, that Rance." Grandma said to me then.
     "Yeah, yeah." I said, not caring what I said. Grandma couldn't hear
me.
     "He was so lucky, meeting up with his cousins like he did." Grandpa
said.
     "Huh?" I said, leaned up so I could be heard. "Those were his
cousins?"
     "Yep, and he's going to be staying with them, so he's riding on in
with them." Grandma said.
     "Yeah?"
     "Yes." Grandma said. "He did say to give you this, though."
     She handed me back a note and I sat back to read it.
     "Loved having you, Linc." the note said. "Call me up when you get to
Sedalia and I'll give you a ride you'll never forget." After his name was a
phone number.
     Grandma had apparently read the note. "I think it's nice him offering
you a ride in Sedalia to pay back for this one. You going to take him up on
that?"
     "Oh, as much as I can." I promised her. "As much as I can."
     And the miles continued to roll on by.

				  THE END
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