Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2005 21:45:40 -0400 From: Reprobate Subject: HitchHikers-Encountered-1 Hitchhikers Encountered #1 by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com) Driving has always been very relaxing for me, so when I have trouble sleeping I will just hop in the car and drive around for a few hours. The following is a list, in no particular order, of encounters I have had with guys I have picked up hitchhiking during those drives. Most times, my drives happened in the wee hours of the morning ... and the guys were leaving a bar or party. The odd story being shared happened during the day on days I was off work or on vacation. All these stories are true accounts of actual events. Despite the number of experiences I am relating to you ... keep in mind that these all happened over a period of years ... and compared to the number of times I went for my drives, encounters such as these happened rarely. Most times I went out driving, I encountered no hitchhikers, and of those I did encounter, maybe with 1 in 12 escalated to sex. Let me first describe myself, in case you haven't read my other stories on Nifty or in case you've forgotten. These all happened when I was between 28 and 37 years old. Five foot 11 inches, about 220 lbs, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, moustache ... I have been weight lifting since I was 12 years old and my chest is 56" with a 36" waist ... big arms & thighs and solid. I am hairy ... very hairy ... top to bottom, back and front and have been since I was 12. My dick when hard barely reaches 6 inches ... if that ... and is of about medium thickness and cut. My balls are smaller than I figure they should be as well as my sack. I have been called "cute" so many times I guess I am ... only one person ever called me a hunk (but that's another story ... see Aaron in Dallas). Because of my hairiness at such a young age ... and because I always felt my dick & balls were less than what should be normal for my size .. I had a sort of inferiority complex in sexual situations. I never made a first move ... including in these stories you are about to read. The hitchhiker always made the first move. To answer a question ... in social and business circles I was always very outgoing and confident ... my "complex" only ever intruded into my life when situations turned or had the potential of turning sexual. Over the years, I had driven taxi in a couple cities for about 5 years totalled ... so I felt reasonably confident I could handle myself in the event someone gave me a problem ... so I wasn't too concerned about picking up hitchhikers. I had had knifes and guns pulled on me when I was driving taxi ... so like I said, pretty confident I could handle myself in any situation. ******************************* Hitchhiker #1 ... After the party. It was about 2AM on an autumn morning/night/whatever and I found myself once again trying to unwind from a stressful week at work by going for a late night drive. I was coming up to an intersection where that road led to a town about 2 miles off the highway. It had a streetlight at the intersection and I saw a guy standing under it with his thumb out going in the direction I was driving. I figured "Why not?" ... so I pulled up past him a bit and he came walking up to the passenger door and hopped in. I had given him "the once over" as I passed him. He was about 5'6" or 5'7" ... maybe 140 lbs with what looked like a tight medium build. Cleanly dressed and kept. I felt it would be safe in giving him a ride. It surprised me a bit that when he sat in the car he looked to be about 30 or so. A little older than your average hitchhiker around here. As I pulled back onto the highway I asked him where he was headed. He said he was hoping to get a ride to the next major crossroads which was another highway going east - west. But he was ultimately heading to a town about 30 miles west of that intersection. He asked me where I was headed and I told him I was just out for a drive trying to wind down from my week. Since I was only a few miles from my house I had just begun the nights drive so I told him I would give him a ride to where he was going and then continue my drive from there ... no problem. He thought that was great. In the area where I live its not easy to hitchhike. The huge majority of people were too afraid to pick up hitchhikers anymore. So we chatted away. He had gone to a party with a buddy in that little town off the highway and then suddenly found his ride had disappeared. He'd waited for a couple hours and when his friend hadn't returned he decided to head home. I said he should have maybe asked to use someone's couch or something and headed back home in the morning. He said his wife was okay with him going out to a party with his buddies once in a while ... but she would hit the roof if he stayed out all night ... to which we both chuckled. We came up to the brightly lit intersection where I had to turn west ... and we headed once more down a dark highway ... still chatting. He learned I was single ... and it was then I started to feel a bit of "tension" between us. You know what I mean ... a sort of sexual tension that lets you know that "something" just might happen. I tried to ignore it ... and our conversation continued. He steered the conversation ... asking me about my work, how many hours a week I put in .. and suddenly out of seemingly no where he says "Guess that doesn't leave you much time for sex". I almost swallowed my tongue. I agreed that sometimes sex did become a little scarce but I did well enough. He asked me if I had ever had sex with a guy ... get a buddy off or let a buddy get me off. Since I had been totally gay a lot of years by then, I guessed I lied a bit when I said "Once or twice". The guy obviously assumed I was totally straight, and if this was a "turn on" for him thinking I was, I wasn't going to ruin it for him. He said something like "I feel I really need to show you how much I appreciate this ride. I don't have money I can give you to help for gas .. but if you think you would like it ... I can help you get your rocks off." "You don't have to do that" I said, my cock having gone full hard in seconds in my track pants I was wearing. "I did not pick you up because I thought I would "get lucky"". "I know ... but its something I can do for you as payment ... and from the tent in your pants I think its something you need too" he said as he reached over and started rubbing my hard cock and balls through my track pants. "If you want me to get you off though ... I just need you to tell me to. Make it a condition of me getting a ride all the way home" he continued. So I said "Listen buddy, I need to get my rocks off and you are the only one handy. So, either make me cum ... or I will stop here and leave you in the middle of nowhere". Then I lifted my butt off the seat and slipped my track pants down to my knees and since I wasn't wearing any underwear ... my crotch was laid bare before him. It came out more demanding than I intended, but he had me so turned on by that point, I am not sure if I wouldn't have really left him right there if he suddenly changed his mind. As he stroked my hard cock, spreading the oozing precum around its head and down the shaft, he says "You have a nice looking dick, just the right size for easy sucking" "Well then, shut up and start sucking ... and watch the damned teeth you straight fucker" I scolded. That must have fed into whatever fantasy the guy had going on because he moved his head over between my stomach and the steering wheel and took me in like the proverbial Hoover. Gawd, he was not too bad. I could tell he was inexperienced but what he lacked in talent he sure made up for in enthusiasm. He runs one hand up under my sweatshirt and comes up off my hard cock ... taking it again in his right hand. While he is stroking my dick with his right hand, his left is rubbing all over my abs, up to my pecs and tweaking my excited nipples and he says "Jesus, you are one hairy fucker ... never seen anyone as hairy as you are. And built ... I had no idea." "Yeah yeah " I said "just shut up and get me off" So down he goes again taking me fully into his mouth ... and while his left hand is ravaging my chest and abdomen his right sneaks down to rub my balls and a finger tried to find my pucker. I slipped further down in the seat and opened my legs further to accommodate his seeking finger. His groans and the sloppy sounds of his sucking blended with my own oohhs and aahhhhhs ... almost drowning out the radio. I felt the cum starting to rise and told him we were about 5 minutes from where he said he was headed ... so I better pull over until after I cum. He says "No, no ... my farm is only about a quarter mile from here. You can pull in the back driveway and park behind the barn ... we can't be seen from the house". So he continued gently stroking my cock as he showed me where to turn, made our way to the barn and I stopped and turned off the car. He made a move to get out of the car and I pointed to my dick and reminded him we had an unfinished agreement he had to take care of first. He stroked my cock again and said he never backed out of an agreement and told me to come on. So we got out and walked to the front of the car where he asked me to sit on the cars hood. I leaned my butt back and he reached up and in one movement removed my sweatshirt and tossed it further up the car hood. Then he pulled my sweatpants down my legs and off around my sneakers. He then pushed me back onto the hood and put my feet ... spread wide on the front bumper. And once again he took my cock into his mouth and started bobbing like there was no tomorrow. His right hand was now rubbing as high up my body and then down my thighs and legs .. running his hand through all my hair. His left hand had taken up the job of rubbing and squeezing my balls which had pulled up tight and running a slobbery finger around and around my pucker ... pushing in a bit but never trying to enter. Once again the sounds of our lust were filling the cool night air ... as I looked up at a million twinkling stars. I reached down and grabbed his head and started thrusting up into his suctioning mouth as my climax drew close. With one last thrust I held his head to my crotch and a moment later I was spewing load after load of hot cum into his still sucking mouth. He coughed and gagged a couple times with the volume .. but he never tried to move his head away. I pulled my hands away from his head to stroke up my abdomen and play with my neglected nipples .. while he continued to suck my softening dick and stroke my hairy body. A number of minutes later ... my cock became too sensitive and I pulled his head away and he emitted a moan at its loss. I got off the hood of the car and started to take his shirt off. He asked me what I was doing ... so I told him I was going to return the favor. He slapped my hands away and said angrily "I ain't no faggot. I only did that to you because you made me or you wouldn't give me a ride home." And then he turned on his heel and walked around the barn towards the house. A second later he came back around the barn and shook my hand. "Thanks for the ride" he said with a smile. "By the way, I will be at the same corner at about the same time again next week ... if you happen to be out driving again. Yours was the first dick I was made to suck. I am real glad you weren't hung too big" And off towards the house he went again. I never did see him again. Straight men ... who can figure them out?