Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2017 01:55:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventures Of  A Teenage Hitchhiker

I originally posted this story in 2006 and have elected to make some
changes and re-post it. I hope it meets with your approval. Yet another
story of intergenerational sex. If this is offensive or you are
underage... Blah, Blah, Blah. There is absolutely no truth...Blah, Blah,
Blah but if any reader has actually had this experience and want to share
that or other comments please put the title of the story in the subject
line.  As always N-Joi Hugs, Tag_m


It was May of 1967 and I was out of school early. The next 3 months would
go down in history as the Summer of Love. Boy was that ever right. There
were a few times over those four months when I would wonder if what I was
doing made me a whore but I didn't dwell on it. I made almost ten thousand
dollars that summer, a time when the annual per capita income was barely
four thousand; and I was barely thirteen.

The whole thing started by accident. I lived in the city, the North End
actually, and since I had no money and little prospect of making any, I did
what tons of people were doing those days, I hitchhiked. Wherever I needed
to go I thumbed it and I never had trouble getting a ride.

Like everyone else under the age of thirty, I'd let my blonde hair grow out
and it was past my shoulders when this story started. It was quite light in
color and had lots of waviness to it so I suppose that with my small
size-maybe five feet two and a hundred and fifteen pounds, and smooth pale
skin, it was no wonder that so many men who picked me up thought I was a
girl. Heck, even my voice was still pretty high, high enough that more than
one guy thought I was lying about being a boy, that is until he got my
pants down. One guy even got me a dress and put make up on me and made me
flirt with him before we had sex. I didn't mind; it earned me three hundred
dollars for one night plus a hell of a good meal and a dynamite hotel
room. Actually it was kinda fun, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

So I hitched everywhere, becoming quite adept at it and in that process I
also got good at reading people and developing story lines for why I was
hitching. In the beginning it got me small amounts of cash; change or a
couple a bucks and sometimes a meal. I preferred the money though cuz I
could get cheeseburgers for nineteen cents a pop at Dick's drive-ins and
conveniently, like any other teenage boy, I could live on the things.

From the very start of my adventure I had heard comments that seemed like
veiled offers of sex from guys who picked me up. It made me nervous at
first but I learned to run with it and it didn't bother me. Had I used my
head earlier on I probably could have doubled my money before school
started in September. Seriously, there was a ton of money to be made, you
have no idea.

So anyhow I was on the street, a very busy four lane main thoroughfare that
ran for miles. It was about 8 at night and I didn't have anything to do so
I had hit the bricks. My mom worked two jobs and with no father in the
picture I was home alone an awful lot. We had a black and white TV but
didn't get very good reception in the apartment building we lived in and I
didn't care much for TV anyhow, preferring books. But still I got bored and
when I got bored I went somewhere, anywhere.

The car looked like a Caddy and judging from the shine and smell of leather
when I leaned down to the opened passenger window, I suspected that it was
new.

"Where you headed kid," the middle aged guy behind the wheel asked and I
nodded my head in the direction he was going. I learned to be vague in case
I needed to bail along the way. "Get in." The guy watched me pretty
intently as I climbed in and pulled the heavy door shut then faced him. He
eyed me up and down, raised a busy eyebrow at my ragged jeans then nodded
his head, looked in his rear view mirror and peeled out into traffic.

"Right on," I giggled at the sudden leap of the car and the screeching
rubber. He drove a few blocks, paying attention to the traffic patterns
then looked back over at me.

"Nice jeans," he commented, referring I guessed to the rip in one knee and
the fringes hanging from the flared out bell bottom cuffs.

"No money for new ones," I said back at him with a smile and a slight
batting of my large hazel colored eyes. I have to say that by any standards
I was cute as all hell and would eventually make some good money posing in
front of a camera so when I really turned on the charm people seemed to be
compelled to go out of their way to do things for me.

"No summer job, no mowing lawns?" he asked.

"Nope," I nodded my head, causing my hair to fly a little and necessitating
my pushing it back behind a small ear. "No mower. I live in an apartment."
He nodded his head and was quiet for a block or two then said,

"Well maybe I can help you out, how'd you like to make ten bucks?"
Considering that the minimum wage was like a buck twenty five or something,
a ten spot was a hefty chunk of cash, especially for a thirteen year old.

"Who do I have to kill?" I asked and the guy chuckled, said it wasn't
anything quite that serious. He kept his eyes on the road and said,

"Lemme see your dick." When I didn't say anything right away he glanced at
me out of the corner of his eye.

"That's all, just show you my dick?" He nodded his head. "Right here?" I
asked him.

"Naw. Let's see," he said looking around then made an abrupt turn onto a
street that angled off of ours; another four laner that headed toward the
NorthTown Mall. "We'll go over to the mall if that's okay with you. The
stores are closed so the parking lot will be empty. I know just the place."
What could I say, ten bucks was ten bucks.

"Okay with me." This was going to be interesting. What was interesting was
that I didn't even consider that I could get hurt. I took the guy at his
word that looking was all he was interested in. I thought about it though
and wondered just how it was going to go down but we were only a few blocks
away so I didn't have a lot of time to consider much of anything. The guy
pulled in and parked out in the middle of the empty lot and shut off his
car.

"How's this?" he asked as I glanced a quick 360. Still looking out the side
window I unbuckled the thick leather belt then undid the jeans. Once the
flaps were open I drug my white cotton tighty whities under my nuts. I
pulled my shirt up past my belly button and looked down at my barely
pubescent boyhood, the five inch tube in repose to one side.

"How about if you take your jeans down a little; I mean, after all it is
ten dollars?" The guy said.

He had a point and I didn't care so I hefted my skinny butt up, tugged my
clothes down past my knees and relaxed back down with my legs splayed
out. The leather warm to my bare flesh and my hands rested on the seat
beside me. I wasn't too embarrassed by my body. In seventh grade PE that
year I had been somewhere in the middle when it came to dick size, hairs,
balls and all that stuff that matters to boys my age. I had a small patch
of dark brown hairs that had showed up at the base of my cock one Friday
night about five or so months before. My balls hung sometimes, usually
after a hot shower, but most of the time they were a wrinkled round white
bag attached under my dick.

"You're absolutely beautiful," the man said quietly, "from your toes to
your head." I thanked him for the compliment, my mother not allowing our
being poor as an excuse for poor manners. "Can I touch you?" he asked.

"Not for ten dollars," I said and started to pull my pants back up.

"Wait," he said and I stopped; jeans at mid thigh. "I'll give you another
five if you make yourself hard," he said. The guy was practically drooling
as he stared at my dick and I swear he licked his lips. Instead of
answering I pushed my clothes back down below my knees then turned and
rested my back against the car door, facing toward the man. I let my legs
fall open and began playing with myself. I poked and prodded and slapped
the thing from side to side, pulled on it and on my balls and tried
virtually every other trick I knew. I really wanted that extra five bucks
but my dick didn't seem at all interested in what I wanted. The man offered
to help and I just gave him a look and started to pull my jeans up
again. He asked, "How much; how much do you want?"

"To touch me? Depends on what you mean by touch," I said, letting my stuff
get snuggled back inside my Jockey's then putting everything else back in
place. The guy seemed to get back to normal and asked if I could possibly
be in the same place that I was tonight only on Thursday night. I didn't
bother to ask why saying,

"Maybe. I got stuff to do but I'll try," I told him, putting sincerity into
my still somewhat high voice. He asked if I wanted a ride somewhere and I
said I was fine, which was sort of the truth cuz I hadn't been headed
anywhere special when he picked me up, just out and about. I took the
offered ten bucks, hopped out and before I closed the door he said his name
was Bob.

"Okay, see ya around Bob," I said, not giving my name in return, and closed
the door. I watched him leave the parking lot and head off back the way
we'd come while I walked, fingering the ten dollars in my pocket, my brain
full of conflicting thoughts.

Aside from Christmas and birthdays it had been the easiest ten dollars I'd
ever made. If I could do that a couple of times a week the summer showed a
great deal of promise. Showing some guy my dick was easy, it was the
touching part that I had to give thought to. Of course I beat off on a
regular basis fantasizing about that exact thing and more, I just hadn't
fantasized about a guy doing it. On the other hand I didn't figure any
women would pay to touch me or do other stuff. I stuck my thumb out and
caught a girl who said she was in college and headed in that direction and
was that okay with me.

Actually it was more than okay. I liked hanging out on University Avenue,
what everyone called, The Ave, it was a really cool place. It's amazing to
me how things seem to happen in batches sometimes. The Ave was pretty
crowded for a Tuesday evening; lots of long haired hippy type people all
over the place and lots of people selling drugs right out on the street
like it was an open air market or something. There weren't a whole lot of
kids my age, not like what I heard about San Francisco for instance, but
there were some and when I spotted a group of five or six of them hanging
out side of a head shop and since I'd seen them a couple of times before, I
stopped to talk and found out that they hung out there a lot of the time.

"Good place to pick up some bread man," a lanky kid named Stoner told me
after we'd been rapping awhile then walked off down narrow, almost totally
dark alley between the head shop and what looked like a bar. Making bread
interested me so of course I asked one of the other boys what he mean and
the boy sort of shrugged his shoulders. I had to piss so asked one of the
guys if there was a bathroom some place close and was told to go back down
the alley that Stoner had just gone down.

"Careful not to trip on somebody," a kid named Harry said with a laugh as I
headed into the alley. What little light there was came from a dim bulb
over a narrow door that I guessed went into the bar. I heard low voices
from deeper in the alleyway so kept walking past the light, not wanting to
get busted for hanging my stuff out in public. I finally saw a couple of
people and gravitated in that direction thinking that was the local piss
spot. Boy was I wrong.

I made out Stoner because of the rainbow tie dyed shirt he was wearing and
as I got closer I could see what looked like a guy on his knees in front of
the boy and... Stoner was letting the guy suck his dick! Stoner's jeans
were open and although I couldn't really see anything, it was pretty plain
to see, even in that small amount of light that the guy had my new friend's
dick in his mouth and was sucking it and jacking the boy off. Stoner saw me
and nodded; a small smile on his lips.

"Gotta piss," I said, feeling weird about interrupting what I considered a
private moment. He nodded his head in the direction I was headed. I kept
going and came across another couple less than ten feet away. This time it
looked like a boy on his knees doing a guy whose pants were open and down
far enough to expose his stuff, at least it would have been exposed if the
boy hadn't had his face in there.  I tried not to look but I was amazed at
what was going on there.

I finally reached the end of the alley and hauled my dick out and let fly,
my mind a jumble of visuals. On the trip back out the boy was up against
the wall and the man was standing behind him, his white ass moving in and
out and with yet another shock I realized that the guy was fucking the boy
up the ass! I kept right on going; noticing Stoner was gone.

Back on the street Stoner was smoking a cigarette, the other boys nowhere
in sight.

"What's that all about Stoner?" I asked. The short story was that guys from
the bar would pay the boys for sex. It was five bucks to let a guy suck
you, eight bucks to suck the guy. "Yeah but dude, it looks like a boy's
getting fucked back there." Stoner nodded his head as he blew out a lungful
of smoke, a small grimace on his face.

"Yeah, well I'm not into that at all but Bobby's a street kid, on the run,
so he needs all the bread he can get and guys pay him twenty bucks to fuck
him so what can I say." He was quiet a moment then added, "He makes a shit
load of money though and sometimes I think he kind of likes it."

Back in my bed that night I mulled all that over. I'd chosen not to tell
Stoner that I'd gotten ten bucks just to be looked at. Playing over in my
mind the image of Stoner getting his cock sucked made me get all hard so I
stripped off my briefs and played with myself, rubbing my balls, stroking
my stiff cock, spitting in my hand and sliding my fist over my sensitive
cock head before actually getting down to beating off. I threw the sheets
off so I could watch in the dim light coming in from outside.

I loved my cock, loved beating off, loved cumming, and the thought of
getting my dick sucked on got me off much faster than usual, not that I
ever held out very long. It somehow made me shoot farther too; the first
small glob of sperm going past my belly button and the other one just sort
of plopping out onto my belly below the belly button. The rest was just a
small dribble and once it was done I wiped myself off with a sock and
relaxed onto my sheets, gently stroking or other wise touching myself as I
considered again, the nights' experiences and I wondered just how much ole
Bob would pay me to suck my dick.

I went to meet Bob but after hanging out for half an hour or so I said fuck
it and decided to truck so put my thumb out. Nothing exciting happened for
a few days as I thumbed my way all over the city, going just for the sake
of going. I didn't go back to the Ave that week cuz I didn't really think
that making that scene in the alley was my bag. Besides there were other
parts of the city that I wanted to explore. In the future I might but that
early in my entrepreneurial efforts I avoided it.

The next gig I got was with a long haired college age pot dealer in a VW
micro bus all painted up with bright flowers and rainbows and shit. The
inside was pretty cool too, paneling on the walls and full mattress and
pillows and stuff in the back. He offered me some dope but I declined cause
I didn't do any drugs, even herb, still don't.

"Goddamn dude you looked like a chick standing out there," he said when I
got in and he figured out that I wasn't a girl.

"Yeah, thanks," I said "sorry to disappoint you." He thought I was pissed;
I wasn't, so he started apologizing all over the place. He didn't have to;
hell it was his fucking van. We talked while he drove, nothing significant,
Grace Slick and the Great Society banging out tunes on his 8 track. We got
around to my looking "so darn purdy" and I told him that it seemed to be a
common mistake.

"I'm not generally into dudes," he finally said as he rubbed at his crotch,
"but I think I could make an exception in this case."

"Yeah, well I seem to hear that a lot too," I responded.

"Really?" I nodded my head and he wanted to know if I ever, like, did stuff
with guys. I played it smooth and told him I did if the price was right. He
laughed and called me a capitalist pig; but a purdy one.

"Yeah, well a dude's gotta have fundage," I told him. He nodded his head in
agreement then asked if I was interested in going to his pad and hanging
out a while and when I asked what would we do there-Small Faces/Itchy-coo
Park- he suggested we could maybe look at some stroke books. I figured that
was going to lead to something so I told him to show me the bread. We were
at a stop light so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll the
size of my fist.

"Let's go your pad," I told him, flashing him a pearly white smile.

The house was small, in a quiet neighborhood not all that far from the
U. The living room was sorta messy and again he apologized. I didn't care
cuz the place was hip as hell with posters all over the place, many of them
black light posters and a black light resting on top of a tall empty
bookshelf. Well, empty except for a bong.  Chase, that was his name, asked
if I wanted something to drink and I shook my head.

"Just wanna get down to business," he asked with a smile and that time I
nodded my head. He left the room and came back with a couple of magazines
and sat next to me on the sofa. He set one between us and began slowly
flipping through the glossy colored pages. I'd never seen a skin book
before, never seen a naked woman, or girl, so my cock went stone hard
immediately.

"Yeah, me too," he said when I rubbed at the front of my jeans, Chase doing
the same thing for emphasis. I let him take the lead and so a few minutes
later we both had our jeans opened wide, the bulge of our boners against
our white cotton briefs very evident, his bulge of course being way larger
than mine. When Chase shoved his hand down the front of his underwear I
tried to get a peek at what he had while I was doing the same thing. He
finally stopped at a page that showed a close up of the guys big fat cock
shoved up inside of the woman's cunt, the shot being taken from behind
them. The guy had her rocked up onto her back, her legs held out of the way
so the shot of the whole thing was very clear, and like I said, close up.

"Man, that is so hot lookin," Chase said quietly. "You wanna do it while we
look at this?" I nodded my head, knowing that do it meant jack off. This
would be a first for me, beating off in front of someone else. I'd heard
stories about other boys doing it with their best friend but I didn't have
that many friends and certainly not one that would do that with me, at
least I didn't think so. I watched intently as Chase lifted his ass off the
sofa and shoved his ratty jeans and underwear to the floor then sat back
with his legs spread open as he tugged his t-shirt up out of the way and
fully exposed himself to me.

The dude had a big cock; that was for sure. Big furry balls too, that hung
low between his hairy thighs. His pubic hair was a thick nest of wild
looking curls and I wondered briefly if I would look like that when I got
older and secretly hoped not. I slipped my pants down and leaned back, just
like Chase had done, allowing him to look me over.

"Damn you're young aren't ya?" he said, staring at my pulsing hard boy
boner and almost hairless body. He began slowly stroking the hunk of hard
meat while watching me as I started to do the same. We sat there making
love to our fists for a good minute or so, both of us watching each other
as much as the magazine. Chase asked if I'd ever done that, nodding his
head at the penetration shot that we were fixated on. I was surprised when
he said he hadn't either after I shook my head

"Have you ever been jacked off before?" he asked. I noticed that his voice
seemed to have gotten deeper. When I shook my head no he asked if I'd like
to try it and when I didn't answer right away he figured that I was holding
out for more money, not the we had discussed the financial arrangements.

"Give you twenty bucks," he said. I could live with that, twenty bucks for
doing what I loved, cumming. I nodded my head and put my hands to my side,
giving him access to my virgin body. He reached over and took hold of my
dick, his arm resting across my flat belly, and started stroking me. I
thought I'd died and gone to heaven and for just a second thought I'd forgo
charging the guy for the experience.

 He held onto my dick with his thumb and fingers, just like I did and began
jacking me off while he continued to stroke his own cock with his other
hand. As he stroked me he worked his other fingers onto my balls, then
underneath them and sort of tickled me. That was about all it took. There
wasn't any warning. I was too young and inexperienced and had not yet
learned how to read the warning signs of when my body was ready to
squirt. I just thrust my hips up as my cock let loose with something more
than a drop of cum, more like a glob, that shot up in the air and landed on
Case's forearm. He kept on jacking me off and I shot another glob that did
the same thing. It was all over quickly and I relaxed back on the sofa
panting.

"That was hot as hell man, fucking groovy," he said taking his hand away
from me. He wiped my sperm off his arm and put it on his cock head which
was leaking precum like a faucet and squeezed and rubbed the purplish
looking flesh. He began jacking off in earnest, his balls bouncing around
like mad, then,

"OH FUCK," dude, here it comes, watch." I wondered how he knew that,
wondered if he had some way of controlling his sperming. I didn't wonder
long because he slowed his stroking and his dick erupted with cum. I
watched in awe as squirt after squirt of gooey white sperm landed all over
his chest and belly, figuring that big balls made big amounts of juice. The
thing finally quit and slowed to a dribble and even that was more cum than
I made altogether. He finally stopped, let his hand rest on his upper thigh
and let himself relax into the sofa, his head back and his eyes closed,
breathing like a race horse. I kept watching his dick and seeing stuff keep
oozing out even though he wasn't even touching himself. I watched as his
belly kept clenching, the same thing mine did after I cummed. Like me, his
fingers found their way to his drained balls and gently poked or prodded
the furry sac.

"That was a fucking mind blower," he finally said, his head lolling toward
me. "Thanks man." I didn't know why he was thanking me but I nodded my head
toward him anyhow. We finally cleaned up and he took me to a major street
where I elected to jump off. He pulled out his roll and peeled of a twenty
and a ten and handed them to me. I got my first fucking tip. How about
that.

"Any time you want to hang out and groove with me man, you're always
welcome." I knew he meant it and when I asked, he told me I could usually
find him most any night down on the Ave; meaning university Avenue, up by
the funky clothing store with the florescent orange skeleton in the
window. I nodded my head, we did the handshake thing and I dug out.

Another few days went by before I scored again; meanwhile I was exploring
new territory. I'd decided to give a shot at riding the interstate so found
myself standing at the foot of a southbound onramp about two miles from my
apartment at a little after nine one damp Saturday morning. A tractor, a
semi without a trailer, was turning from the other side of the street to
get on the freeway and stopped for me once he'd crossed over. I climbed up
onto the running board and leaned in the open window.

"Hop in" the guy said so I popped the door latch and climbed into the big
rig and the guy started up the ramp before the door was even closed.

"So, what's your name kid?" the guy asked as he quickly shifted gears while
watching his rear view mirror and edging out into traffic.

"Tracy," I said. He said that seemed appropriate and I knew what he meant;
that I looked like a girl and girls are named Tracey.

Teddy," he said by way of response, "where you headed Tracy?"

"Same direction you are man," I responded, deciding to be a little bit of a
smart ass. He looked at me, eyeing me over, spending a little extra time at
the front of my jeans.

"I don't generally pay for it," he said, returning his eyes to the highway.

"I don't generally give it away," I shot back and the man laughed, telling
me that if he looked as fucking cute as I did, he wouldn't give it up
either. He'd moved to the middle lane and I became aware that I could look
down into cars from my perch in the big truck.

"How old are you anyhow?" he asked. I responded that I was thirteen then
looked back out the window as we came along side of a car.

"Holy shit," I blurted out, "there's a girl sucking a guy's dick in that
car." Indeed, the driver's pants were open and tugged down and a girl had
her face in his crotch, moving up and down.

"Not surprised Teddy said, "you see all kinds of crazy shit from up
here. He'd slowed the truck slightly so that we kept pace with the car and
I watched as the girl took her head away from the guy and jacked on his
hard cock. The guy had his pants down and I was close enough that I could
see his furry balls bouncing as she jacked on his cock. She happened to
look up and see me staring down at her and smiled at me. She must have said
something cuz the driver looked up at me and he smiled too, then the girl
went back to diving on his dick.

I was getting all hard watching the show and of course Teddy noticed that
and commented on it. I looked at him and smiled then went back to watching
the couple in the car, who seemed to be enjoying the fact that I was
watching them. The girl stopped sucking again and went to jacking the guy
off, casting a glance up at me to see if I was still watching, smiling at
me when she saw that I was. She then pointed to the guy's dick and mouthed
something too me at the same time the guy pulled his shirt up out of the
way. Then all of a sudden he squirted; the white glob of cum shooting up in
the air a little bit and coming down in his pubes. I only saw the one shot
cuz the girl covered his dick with her mouth again and must have swallowed
the rest of it.

"Fuck he just cummed and now she's back sucking his dick. She must be
swallowing the rest of his cum." I was amazed and pretty well turned on by
the whole scene, my dick getting a little uncomfortable in my jeans.

"You're welcome to take care of that little problem," Teddy said as he
picked up speed a little bit and slid past the car.

"Yeah, like I'm going to just open up and jack off right here?"

"Why not, nobody can see you." I retorted that he could.

"True, but I'm paying for ain't I?" He said and when I said "are you", he
nodded his head. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back into the seat,
slouching a little as I went to work on the Sam Browne belt's twin pronged
buckle. Once down I shoved everything down to my knees and tugged my shirt
up.

"Nice cock for a boy your age Tracy," he said once my stuff was all out in
the open for viewing. I started rubbing my cock and pushing on my balls
with the palm of my hand, sort of stretching them out. I shove my clothes
down to my ankles and let my legs fall open and put both hands on my dick,
squeezing it between them. I pushed at the base and made it stand straight
up in the air, looking at Teddy who was looking at me.

He hit his signal light and I looked back out the windshield to see what he
was doing, which was getting ready to pull off of the freeway into a truck
weighing station. It happened to be closed but there were a couple of
trailers parked there and another big rig at the far end toward where
trucks got back on the freeway. Teddy pulled off to the side and parked at
the back, away from the freeway and alongside of a chain link fence, the
other side of which was solid forest.

"What if someone's in the trees watching?" I asked him, still slowly
working on my cock.

"Crawl into the sleeper he said, nodding his head behind us and pulling the
curtains open. I hadn't really paid a whole lot of attention when I first
got in the rig but behind us was a neat little cubby hole that was like a
tiny little bedroom. It looked well padded, had a couple of pillows and
blanket and stuff. Teddy told me it was standard for anyone driving long
haul, which is what he did for a living.

I figured what the heck, something new, so tugged my clothes back into
place, kicked off my shoes at Teddy's request, and climbed up into the
sleeper, rolling onto my back immediately.  I shucked my jeans and
underwear all the way off, got a pillow under my head then spread my legs
wide open and put my hands back to work. Teddy had gotten up and turned
around and was kneeling on the seat, his upper body bend down into the
opening of the sleeper and watching me.

"You are awful pretty," he said, "I'd give my eye teeth to fuck you Tracy,"
he said softly. I gave him a wide eyed look and stopped dead. He smiled as
I shook my head.

"I said I'd like to, not that I was going to," he clarified, "go ahead and
keep doin what you was doin," he said. I went back to loving myself, slowly
stroking my rock hard cock, sometimes feeling on my balls or tugging on
them. I kind of liked that, the tugging on my nuts.

"Do you want to do this for me?" I asked him. He seemed to think about that
for a moment then asked if that was what I wanted. "You're the customer," I
responded. It took yet another moment of thought then he asked me to turn
around and put my legs toward him. I wiggled and squirmed and got turned
around, my legs sticking out the opening of the sleeper, my crotch laid out
like a meal in front of the man. I sat up, resting backwards on my hands
while Teddy just stared at my stuff. He looked me in the eye and I nodded
my head toward my crotch. The man reached out and tenderly took hold of my
hard cock and closed his hand around it.

I loved the feeling of someone else holding onto my dick, the heat from
their hand, the pressures that they made on it. I let my eyes close as
Teddy began jacking me off, going very slow as if to draw it out longer, to
make the moment last. I felt him grazing the insides of my thighs and then
the warmth on my balls and looked down to see Teddy licking at my nuts. I
stopped him then pulled my legs back in and put my feet against the walls
of the sleeper at the edges of the opening. What that did was open me up
wider and give Teddy a better access to my smooth sperm makers and of
course I didn't know it them but my asshole was hanging out like a brown
eye as well. I lay back in the sleeper and wallowed in the feelings of the
man washing my balls with his tongue like a mother cat. He sucked one into
his mouth and sort of rolled it around in there. It felt okay, just not as
good as him licking on them.

"God I love balls," he finally said, "and your balls are the hottest Tracy,
so smooth and soft." His voice was weird sounding and I learned that was
what happened sometimes when a person got really hot from sexiness. Teddy
stopped what he was doing which cause me to lift my head from the
pillow. He was looking around then fiddling with the front of his jeans and
I guess he was wanting to play with his cock while he jacked me off. I
dropped my legs back down and sat up so I could see what he was doing and
looked down to see the fattest goddamned cock I'd ever seen. He'd only
opened the zipper and pulled his dick out but I swear the thing was as
thick as a can of coke and it made me shudder remembering what he's said
about fucking me.

"Not with that thing, no way Jose," I thought to myself. I stayed sitting
up, just in case Teddy got any ideas about putting his dick somewhere that
I didn't want him to. My sitting didn't seen to bother him at all as he
went back to stroking my cock at the same time he jacked himself off. It
didn't take very long for me to cum and when I did I let myself fall back
into the sleeper. It was easier and made my cumming much better when I
didn't have to do anything at all, in this case hold my self up in a
sitting position. I felt myself squirt out a couple of globs of sperm and
then it was over and I just lay there panting, my belly clinching and
relaxing in the aftermath of a teenage sperming. Fuck I loved to cum.

Teddy's jacking slowed down to nothing, at least the hand that held me
slowed down. His other hand was going like crazy. I wanted to watch him so
pulled my legs back in and swung around so that I was on my side and looked
over the edge of the sleeper. Teddy had unbuckled and unbuttoned his jeans
so that everything was less constricted. He'd hooked a thumb under the
waistband of his underwear so that his balls were free too and the big fat
eggs were swinging as he pumped his coke can cock. He stopped and reached
down between the seats and pulled out an old brown hand towel then went
back to jacking off. It didn't take very long after that before Teddy told
me he was going to splooge, a new word for me, and he held the cloth under
his fat, purplish looking cock head and about three inches in front of it.

"Oooh fuck," he finally groaned and the first shot of cum shot out onto the
dark colored cloth in his hand. He managed about four shots of thick white
cream before he slowed to a dribble but kept stroking himself although he
moved slower, sort of like milking a cow, which is what I did sometimes
too. The difference was that his cock kept leaking out cum whereas mine
didn't do anything.

Teddy kept up loving himself for another half minute or so then stopped. He
wadded the towel and handed it to me to clean my sperm from my belly and my
cock head. Terry had put his stuff away and watched as I wiggled around in
the close confines of the sleeper to get my clothes back on then moved out
of the way so that I could get back into the front seat of the truck. I
pulled my sneakers on then sat back in the seat.

"So now what?" I asked. Terry just looked at me, not saying anything for a
minute.

"I'd love to just take you home and keep you all to myself," he said, and
the look on his face told me he was serious but that it was only a wish,
not something he'd actually do.

"Yeah but my mom would miss me," I responded; "besides I bet your wife
wouldn't like it." He nodded his head then said that he'd replace her with
me in a New York second, whatever that meant. I wondered; were seconds in
New York different than seconds on the west coast?

"Now what?" I repeated, "what are you gonna do?"

He lifted up off his ass and pulled out his wallet and pulled a couple of
bills from it. "You realize that's about two hours work for me," he said
rather than actually asking me. I saw that he'd given me two twenty's.

"Yeah, but I'm worth it," I said, batting my eye lashes and flashing my
pearly white's at him. I found that when I smiled like that, changed my
voice in a certain little way, most people would fall all over themselves
to accommodate me.

"That you are Tracy, that you are," he sighed. "You have amazing eyes," he
said, totally changing the subject. I'd been told that before. My eyes were
sort of big I guess and their color was sort of a brownish hazel color that
had flecks of blue around the edges. They had a sort of shiny look that
made them look wet. I would be told all of my life that my eyes were
unusual or awesome or incredible or some such stuff. Heck, to me they were
only eyes.

"So to answer your question I'm headed down to the south end to pick up a
load then headed toward Portland. You're welcome to ride along for as long
as you want." I nodded my head and said that was far out and sat back to
enjoy the ride. We picked up a trailer and got back on the interstate. I'd
never been this far before in my life since my mom didn't have a car and we
never went anywhere. It was pretty cool. I would eventually thumb all the
way to San Francisco before turning around and heading home but that day I
elected to bail out after we stopped for lunch.

"I'd love to spend more time with you Tracy," Teddy told me in a soft voice
as he stood on the running board of his rig. That's something else I would
hear almost all of my life. I nodded my head and he handed me a business
card, telling me that if I called his house, just ask for coach if his wife
or daughter answered and leave my name, he'd get back to me. I nodded my
head again, knowing that I most likely wouldn't do that. I'd already
figured out that I didn't really have a desire to see most of the guys I
was with, even for quick cash. I could always get quick cash. We said
goodbye and I headed across the freeway to the onramp to head back north.

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