HitchHikers Encountered #3 by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com)
Hitchhiker #3 - After the Christmas Party
(Okay ... I admit that parts of this are fictional ... but the beginning, the end and some of the middle of the story are totally true. I will let you decide which parts are fiction)
I had worked extra late one night in December. It had been snowing most of the evening and it was a slow drive home. I was driving through the small city south of where I lived at about 3 AM. There were virtually no cars on the road so I was really surprised when I saw a guy standing on the other side of the major intersection for the east-west highway that crossed the north-south one I was on. As my light turned green ... the guy moved out from the snowbank and stuck out his thumb.
He was completely bundled up and had collected a nice bit of snow on himself. I felt sorry for the guy and decided to pick him up ... he must have been standing there an hour or more to be covered the way he was. I stopped right beside him and he shook and brushed as much snow off himself as he could ... and then he collapsed into the passenger seat. I pulled further off the highway for a few minutes and turned on my interior light. As I looked him over I put the heat on full blast. The guy looked half frozen. I asked him where he was headed and he told me the town that I lived on the outskirts of. I asked him if he like coffee and he nodded yes ... so I poured what was left in my thermos that I drank on my way down to work in the morning into this mug I had handy that plugs into the cigarette lighter and it kind of "flash heats" it. A couple minutes later he was warming his hands with the mug and drinking sips of the now reasonably hot coffee.
"Gee thanks mister" he said "I thought I was going to die out there. I've been standing there for about 2 hours. Everything within walking distance closed down because of the storm."
I asked him where he was coming from ... and he replied "Company Christmas Party. They had it at a bowling alley ... big fuckin' whoop. But then they had dancing, a buffet and a bar afterwards. I had taken enough money with me for a taxi home. I had been told it was an "open bar" a few days ago ... so it really caught me by surprise when I got there and I was told we had to pay for our own drinks. I bought a few and then realised I had just used my taxi money. Stupid ... I know."
He had stopped shaking from the cold by then and the car was so hot he took off his hat and unzipped his jacket and spread it a bit. He hadn't been wearing gloves and his hands still looked as if they were really cold. So as he rubbed his hands in the air coming from one of the vents, I took my first good look at my passenger. He looked like he was about 22 or so, pretty well built and as my eyes wandered down his body .. I saw that his jeans looked like they were painted on with a real healthy bulge in his crotch. The jeans he had on were obviously his "good jeans" and he wore a dress shirt under a pullover sweater. His coat was definitely made for winter and so were his boots ... which is probably the only reason he didn't freeze to death standing out there.
Seeing that his color was returning to normal and he didn't seem to have any lasting effects (if he hadn't improved as he had I would have turned right at that intersection and taken him to the hospital that was a few miles east) ... I turned off the interior light, put the car in gear and started on up the highway again. Not one car had passed us in either direction since I had stopped and let the guy in my car. I found that very strange ... very unusual, even for a stormy night.
He asked me what I was doing on the road so late in a storm, and I told him I had some work I had to finish up. It was either finish it up that night or drive back down on Saturday or Sunday to finish it ... and I like to keep my weekends for myself. I asked him what his job was and he said he worked in a warehouse lifting 100 pound boxes from here to there all day. I told him he looked pretty well built and that I guess his job helped build him up. Yeah, he said, kept his body pretty fit but by then end of his shift he was totally wiped out. Not as bad in the winter as in the summer though, he said. No airconditioning in the warehouse. I could only imagine how much sweating he would do given our summers with its heat and humidity.
He looked me over with a cursory glance ... the only light coming from the dashboard. I was wearing a dress shirt open about 3 buttons down having discarded my tie into the back seat with my attache case when I got in the car ... and had on a pair of dress slacks and dress shoes. I hated boots ... even in winter. And I liked having my shirts altered when I bought them so they were tapered to better fit my build (56" chest, 36" waist) ... and had my slacks altered as well. To get slacks big enough through the thighs I sometimes had to buy them a few inches bigger through the waist and hips ... so they got altered so they looked better on me. And I guess it wasn't a bad display for the young guy ... let him know I didn't have a gut on me anyway.
He says, "you look to be pretty well built too for a guy your age and being a desk jockey and all"
"Gee thanks kid, how would you like to walk from here" I said with a chuckle.
"I'm sorry" he said with a laugh "I didn't mean that the way it sounded. But you know what I mean, right?"
"Yeah ... its okay" I said with a smile. "I have been weight lifting since I was 12, and I do it as often as I can still. But due to work I only get the chance once or twice a week now."
As we finishing up our "mutual admiration society" observations, I saw ahead on the highway a bunch of flashing red, white, blue and orange lights. As I drew closer I could see police cars, roads department vehicles and a fire department emergency services truck all blocking the way ahead. I pulled up an stopped beside a police officer that came walking towards me.
"What's going on Officer?" I asked.
"The highway is completely impassable ahead due to the storm. You are either going to have to turn around ... or there is a detour but its going to take about an hour to take it and come back onto the highway above the closed area." Said the cop. He then suddenly leaned down to look closer at me.
"Is your name Peter?" he asked.
"Yes ... how did you ...?" and then he removed his hat and I recognised a guy from my hometown that I remembered from my youth. "Geez ... Clint .. how are you? When did you transfer down to this area?" I asked.
"About 2 years ago. Different force, better pay ... away from a town that's far too small and nosey. You know the drill. Gawd, its good seeing you after ... what is it? Almost 20 years?"
"Yeah ... must be. So I heard you got married."
"Oh yeah ... high school sweetheart and all that. You remember Ruth .. don't you? Oh sure you do, she's like your 4th cousin or something isn't she. Well, we have 3 kids now ... oldest almost ready for college. You still single?" he said.
"Oh yes ... I think by now I can be considered pretty much a confirmed bachelor."
"Say ... who's your buddy? " he asked, seemingly just noticing I had a passenger
"I just picked him up half frozen back at the 4 corners. He lives in the town I live on the outskirts of."
"You are a lucky guy" Clint said to my passenger "all the highways around here have just been closed. So Peter here probably saved you from becoming somebodies lawn ornament" Flashing my passenger a joking smile.
"So" Clint continued to me "you turning back or taking the detour"
I told him "the detour" and he told me how far I had to drive east to find a north-south road that was still open. I knew the route so we said our good-byes with promises to get in touch with each other (which never happened) and off my passenger and I went. He had seemed to no hurry to give me his name, and he now knew my name is Peter ... so if he wanted to tell me his name, he could when he was ready. After all ... we had another hour in the car to get back to the highway ... and probably another 20 or 30 minutes before we got to town after that.
We had only gone a few miles down the detour when he said "Could you maybe pull over for a few minutes? I have to piss like a race horse. Guess its those drinks I had at the party."
"Sure" I said "I was actually thinking I had to stop for a piss anyway."
So I pulled over, put the car in Park, and we both got out of the car .. me walking around to the passenger side out of habit more than anything. We both unzipped, and I could see his profile from the glare of the headlights reflecting back off the snow. As soon as he hauled his dick out he let out a satisfied sign ... he hadn't even started pissing yet. His dick looked to be about 7 inches completely soft and its profile looked great. Meanwhile I was still trying to get ahold of mine to pull it out of my fly.
He must of glanced over because he said "What's the matter ... can't find it?" he said with a chuckle as his piss started hitting the snowbank.
"That's about it ... I am sorry to admit" I said with a smile in my voice "I have a small dick to begin with ... but when the cold hits it .. it practically disappears. Takes a bit of effort to pull the damned thing out. Unlike yours ... obviously"
"Yeah well ... in these pants its practically bursting out at the seams. Bought these pants last year but I must have added some pounds or something. I feel like they are cutting me in half ... but they are the only good pants I had to wear tonight." he said ... still pissing out a real good stream.
During this ... I had found my shrivelled dick, peed as much as I had to and was just shaking off the last few drops. As I finished zipping myself up ... he had finished shaking his off and was literally stuffing it back into his pants and zipping up with a little difficulty. Gawd, I thought, those pants are tighter than I thought they were.
Getting back into the car we set off down the road again. We started talking about his Christmas Party and he started sharing some details of the bowling and dancing and the food. He had gone to the party by himself because he and his girlfriend had just split up ... and he had no one else to take. Then he started telling me about a coworkers wife who he slow danced with and he was remembering in graphic details who she was rubbing her pelvis into his ... far more than a married woman should have been. He got uncomfortable, especially because her husband, his friend and coworker was sitting right at the edge of the dance floor ... and it seemed every time she ground her pelvis into his .. her husband was getting angrier. So he cut the dance short and took her back to her table where her husband angrily handed her a glass of something and told her to cool off. Then the husband looked at him and put out his hand to shake his ... and said "Thanks. That wasn't your fault". To which my passenger was greatly relieved to learn the husband saw what was really going on and that he wasn't putting the moves on his wife.
"Ahh shit" my passenger suddenly blurts out ... strongly enough to make me jump.
"What's the matter?" I ask.
"Talking about all that kind of got me a little excited"
"Yeah ... so. I don't blame you. The way you told it ... it caused me to inflate a bit"
"But you've got room to grow in your pants. I felt like I was being cut in 2 before ... and now that that things has got a bit excited ... its really painful. Look, I don't want to offend you or nothing, but would you mind turning down your dash lights a bit? I have to undo these pants for a while. That is ... if you don't mind."
"Well ... the dash lights are as low as they'll go without me turning them off ... and I'd rather be able to see the instrument panel and readings, especially on a night like this." and with that I showed him the next position shut the dashlights off.
"Okay well ... guess I will just have to try to stand it until I get home. Damned pants" he said, a little disappointment evident in his voice.
I told him "Look, as far as I am concerned, do what you have to do in order to make yourself comfortable. I don't care ... it won't bother me. And if you are bashful, don't worry about it that either because I couldn't look even if I wanted to. With the roads the way they are and the weather the way it is, if I look away just at the wrong instant you, me and the car will all be plowing into the ditch. So you don't have to worry about me looking at you."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure. Just do what you have to, to be comfortable. No problem."
I heard him grunt a bit, I guess undoing the top button, and then I heard the zipper ... and little satisfied "ahhhhh ... a wee bit better" come from the passenger seat.
"Better?" I ask.
"Yeah ... a bit." He was quiet for a minute or two and I felt like he was looking right at me ... but I was keeping my eyes on the road. It was just too treacherous to take my eyes off the road or my hands of the steering wheel.
Then he says "You really aren't going to look."
"No ... I couldn't even if I wanted to" And oh how I wanted to, but I wasn't going to admit that to him.
"And you did say do what I had to do to be comfortable ... right?"
"Yes I did ... and I meant it. We are going to be in this car for at least 90 more minutes. So whatever you gotta do .. do it."
"Okay ... just don't get offended and throw me into a snowbank some place."
"I won't get offended. Promise"
I can hear him moving and in my peripheral vision I can see a movement down about his mid-thigh. Guess he had to let everything out to be comfortable, I thought with a smile.
"Now that is definitely better. Nothing squashed up any more. Thanks Peter."
Now that he had finally used my name, I thought it was okay to ask his .." So ... you know my name .... so what's yours?"
"Paul"
"Pleased to meet you Paul"
We passed some more time just chatting about nothing in particular ... but I could hear Paul seemingly constantly fidgeting. I found it very distracting to my driving ... so I finally asked him ...
"Is something wrong with your car seat or something? I hear you fidgeting and its distracting me. What's up?"
"Well, I keep trying to find a way to cover myself up ... and its not working,"
"Why? Are you cold? I can turn the heat up more."
"No, I am warm enough. Its just ...."
"Just what?" I ask when he went silent.
"I am awfully embarrassed and self conscious sitting here like this."
"Why? I told you I wouldn't look." I said
"Yeah, I know ... but I feel weird" he confessed.
"I don't know what I can do or say more than I have to make you feel more comfortable or less weird"
"Well ... there might be one thing you could do. But its asking a lot and I don't want you thinking I am a pervert or gay or anything."
Curious now, I said "What's your idea? And don't worry. If I don't like it I am not going to freak on you." I said with a smile.
After a lot of umming and pauses, he finally blurts out "If you were like I am."
"What do you mean if I were like you are ... what do you mean?" I decided to play especially dump.
"Well ... if you would take your pants down a bit too so you would be just as exposed as I am."
"Actually, if I did that I would be more exposed than you are. I am just as bashful as you are ... maybe more. But if I took mine down, you could look at me all you want ... but I still couldn't look at you without running the risk of putting us into the ditch."
"Yeah ... I see what you mean. Guess That's not such a good idea then. Sorry." and again I detected a little disappointment in his voice.
Soon he started fidgeting again ... and again I found it distracting.
Somewhat exasperated, I said "Fine ... okay ... if it will stop you from fidgeting and causing me to lose concentration on my driving ... Fine .. Okay ... whatever. I will just have to deal with my own embarrassment. I will pull over as soon as I can see where they've plowed the shoulder."
"I haven't seen a plowed shoulder since we stopped to pee. They are only plowing the road itself along here. How be you undo your pants and I can help you slip them down."
"OK" I said "I think I can do that. At least the snow is letting up and this section of road seems almost clear."
So I reached down, undid my belt and the top button on my slacks ... but I couldn't get my zipper with one hand.
"Okay" I continued " I have done what I could do with one hand ... the rest is up to you."
So he reached over and pulled my slacks fabric straight out so he could get the zipper undone. When he reached further across my front to grab my slacks waist on both sides of the zipper he told me to lift, which I did a bit, and he slipped my slacks and briefs down to mid-thigh. Then he straightened up again.
"No fair" he said " you have long shirt tails so you are still fully covered.
"Ok ... fix them so you think its fair"
My shirt tails are extra long ... so they did pretty much still cover me to mid-thigh. He reached over and undid 2 or 3 buttons and spread the shirt tails on either side of my hips.
"Better now?" I asked sarcastically with a smile.
"Yeah. I know it seems weird the two of us sitting here like this ... but I am feeling more comfortable with both of us like this instead of just me."
After a short silence, Paul says "I see what you meant when you said you had to find your dick ... I can't see it at all. But gawd ... you sure do have a lot of hair. Are you like that all over?"
"Yup ... all over. But this is cheating ... you are looking at me."
"I know ... sorry ... just curious."
"Its still not fair when I can't look at you too. I admit I am a little curious about you too. I don't mind the two of us sitting like this ... but it feel strange knowing you can look at me at any time. Guess its bringing out my bashfulness. But I guess I will survive it."
There was a really long pause in the conversation as we drove through a section with multiple snowdrifts across the road ... and then the pavement cleared again and I once again felt some of the tension from driving in the storm ease from my muscles.
"I know .... I can see you but you can't see me right?"
"Right" I said.
"This is going to sound really weird again ... so don't get upset."
"I won't" I promised for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
"You could always do a Helen Keller"
"A what?" I asked, this time genuinely baffled.
"You know, Helen Keller, the blind girl ... she learned to see things with her hands. When we are on a safer stretch of road ... you could feel around down there on me and get an idea what I look like. Then maybe my being able to see you won't feel as weird for you."
Inwardly, I screamed YES ... but kept my enthusiasm from my passenger. I said "You mean you want me to feel you up down there with my hand ... so I can supposedly see what you look like? You sure you aren't trying to get a cheap thrill at my expense? "
"I told you I am not gay or anything. I don't WANT you feeling up my goods ... I just figured this is the only way you could feel more comfortable sitting like that for what ... another hour or so? You've done everything for me so I can be comfortable. Just figured it was only fair."
"Well ... this is going a little beyond weird ... even for me. But if you think me doing that to you will help make me feel less uncomfortable. Lets try it ... see if it works".
We were on a pretty clear patch of road ... so I took my right hand off the wheel, holding it in mid-air, and said "Okay, put my hand where you think it needs to be"
Without hesitation, he grabbed my hand and brought it down on his soft penis ... and then quickly pulling my hand away again.
Gasping, he said "Damn ... your hand is cold."
"Of course it is ... I've been hanging onto a damned cold steering wheel for how long now?"
"Well ... can't you warm up your hand some how first?"
I brought my hand to my mouth and blew into my cupped fingers for a minute or so ... then held my hand out again for him to set down where he wanted it. This time ... he set it on his pubic bush ... and then let go of my hand. I moved my hand down, still keeping my eyes on the road, and felt his still soft penis. I traced my fingers along the top of it to its head, I was right, he was circumcised. I ran my finger around his cockhead ... and then encircled my fingers around it and gently moved down the full length to Paul's bush. I could hear Paul's breath catch a bit ... and then when I applied a tighter gripped and moved my hand back to the head ... he couldn't stifle the moan that escaped his lips. I felt a slight thickening in his cock, so I moved the approximately 7 fat inches to lay on his thigh as my hand went down to explore what I found to be a fairly large hairy sack with two good sized testicles inside. I weighed them in my hand, massaging first one and then the other, and then cupped my hand to rub the whole package. Another catch in Paul's breathing and his cock jumped a bit to knock against my hand. Still soft ... but thickening. I ran my fingers down across his perineum and rubbed there a bit before I let a finger venture further to rub his tight, and no doubt virgin, pucker ... which caused Paul to spread his legs further unconsciously and emit another quiet moan. Drawing my fingers back up ... I again took hold of his not quite semi hard cock ... and gave it a couple more examination strokes .. causing him to catch his breath a couple more times in the process. With his next quiet moan ... I snatched my hand away and put it back onto the steering wheel.
"That whole thing was just a ruse, wasn't it?" I said with false anger "You just suggested I do that so you could get a cheap thrill. When I agreed to that ... I didn't think you were going to enjoy it. I thought it was just to satisfy my own curiosity."
"It was, it was, I'm sorry. Really. I am sorry. I just didn't realize your hand would feel so nice down there. No one except me and my doctor have ever touched me down there ... and the doctors hands sure didn't move around like yours did."
I could tell by his voice that he was being sincere. But I decided to ride him a bit more ... this was kind of fun.
"Bull shit I am the only person to touch you down there. What are you .. 22? You said you just broke up with your girl friend ... didn't she touch you there?"
"No ... she never did. She refused to. She always wanted me to rub her tits and she would put my hand down her panties so I could play with her down there ... but she refused to touch me. Ever. And her and I, we have been going out since we were 14 ... and I am 21 ... so 7 years. And I am still a goddamn virgin. Can you believe it? 21 and a goddamn virgin. That's why I broke it off with her finally. I should have done it years ago. She was always getting her "Big O" and I went home with blue balls."
I thought he was going to start crying when he continued "And I didn't think it would feel nice have you touch me down there. Its not supposed to feel nice except when a girl does it. I don't know why it felt so good ... is there something wrong with me? Dang it ... the thing is still almost stiff so I must have enjoyed it. Does that make me gay or something?"
He was so genuinely surprised by his own body's reaction he was totally unprepared for the experience ... I felt I had to calm him down before he really did start to cry.
"Its okay Paul ... its okay. No you are not gay because my feeling you down there felt good. I was just teasing you ... its a perfectly normal reaction to find anyone touching you like I did feels real good ... and that you get a wee bit excited. If you didn't get excited by my touch at your age ... then I would have been worried." I said with a reassuring smile in my voice.
"You sure? You aren't mad then?" he asked
"No Paul ... I am not mad. And I am sorry I pretended to be ... it was meant as a joke. If I had known you were as inexperienced as you are .. I never would have done it. Please forgive me."
Paul calmed himself down ... and was silent for a bit while my words sunk in.
Then he said "Ok ... I forgive you. I can see how it might have been funny if I was more experienced."
I gave a sigh of relief. Last thing I wanted to do was have this young man mad at me all because of a lame attempt at humor.
Paul continued "But now" and I could hear the smile in his voice "you seem to be one up on me."
"How is that?" I queried "You can see me just by looking over at me and I just saw you with my fingers. How do you figure I am one up on you?"
"Well you used your fingers to see my dick and my balls ... and you even went a bit further to rub my butt hole which is not exactly something I can see on you. And when it comes right down to it ... I can look over at you and your pants are down to where mine are but your dick and your balls are still covered by all you hair ... so it isn't as if I can really see them."
"I guess there is some truth in that. So what do you want to do now .. see me like a blind person would? You sure you are not trying to pack in as many cheap thrills as you can into this ride?"
"I guess I am just curious ... about what you really look like down there. Find that cock that seems to be hiding and see what its like."
"Okay ... fair is fair I guess. But if you decide to do this ... don't freak out if I get a hardon. I am old enough to know what my reaction is when someone is feeling around down there." I said with a smile.
Paul blows in his hands to warm them up a bit, then scoots over a bit so he doesn't have to stretch as far ... then his hand is rubbing through my pubic hair, down across my small ball sack and back up to part my bush and he sees my cockhead for the first time. He runs his index finger around the head and then points his thumb and two fingers down, grasping my cockhead between them and gently pulls outwards.
"There it is" Paul exclaims in victory. "Geez ... it really does like to hide right down in there doesn't it?"
"Yeah ... it does" I said a little breathlessly because Paul's constantly changing grip and his stroking is causing me to become full hard very quickly.
When I was full hard ... Paul shifted his attention to my ball sack, rubbing it and its contents for a while and then he let his finger rub down to my pucker ... doing to me what I had done to him ... just rubbing his finger around my asshole's exterior without trying to penetrate at all. I could see that our turn was coming up and the road leading up to it wasn't good ... so I reluctantly moved Paul's hand away so I could again fully concentrate on the road.
"Why'd you do that?" Paul asked ... but then looked out the windshield and answered his own question.
I slowed to a crawl and made the turn ... no problem. About a half mile past the turn the road cleared again.
Paul and I started to talk again. I asked him about his cock ... how much bigger does it get when its fully hard? He said he might get a half inch bigger ... but he was pretty much the same size hard or soft. I said he was a lucky guy and that I wished mine was like that.
He said "Your's is fine ... if it would just stop trying to hide."
And then he reached back over and grabbed my softening cock and gave it a few more pulls bringing it to full hard again. I let a groan out as he gently pumped my cock ... and another when he let me go to sit on his own side again.
"There ... now its not trying to hide again. Felt good, did it?" and once again I could hear the smile in his words.
I sensed Paul was leaning back against the door which meant his crotch was pretty much turned towards me ... so I unexpectedly reached over and immediately landed on his cock, gripped it firmly and started pumping it gently but with purpose. He didn't try to move my hand ... and in a few well practiced strokes, Paul's cock was full hard and he was moaning. I pulled my hand away to once again grip the steering wheel.
"Felt good, did it?" I said with a smile.
"Point taken ... and gawd yes it felt good. I never thought someone else's hand on my dick would feel so much better than my own. It blows me away."
"I know what you mean." I admitted. Then I continued "You know whats really blowing me away?"
"No ... what?"
"Here we are, 2 guys who were practically strangers a couple hours ago, riding through a snow storm on rotten roads, both of us with our pants down ... and feeling each others hard cocks. And apparently enjoying it" I laughed.
Paul bellowed out his laughter ... laughed so hard I thought he was going to start crying.
Slowly he got his laughter under control and said "Yeah ... and if someone had said a few hours ago that this is how my night would end up I probably would have beat the crap out of him. How did we get like this anyway?"
"It is your fault" I said "You and your too tight pants"
"Oh yeah right. Well, lets not ever tell anyone about this. Deal?"
"Deal" I said.
We chatted again about nothing and when he saw my dick start to shrink back into its hiding place ... without a word he would reach over and jack it until it was full hard again. And occasionally I would reach over to play with his equipment for a while. We made the turn onto the road that would take us back to the highway and then home. All the time just talking away and continuing to reach over to play with each other long enough to bring each of us back to full hard again ... but nothing more.
Finally we made the turn onto the main highway once more ... and just then realising in all the time we were on the detour we hadn't see one car. Shortly before we would come to the town I would be dropping Paul off at, I found a small section where I could pull off the highway for a minute or so. I put the car in Park ... and we both reached over to give each other cocks a few more parting strokes. Then we pulled up our pants and got ourselves presentable. Paul once again cursing his too tight pants as he buttoned and zipped them up.
I turned to Paul and said "Thank you. For making what would have been an extremely boring detour in something I will not likely forget."
"I won't forget it either. Totally weird ... but I like it. Thanks for the ride and for probably saving my life."
"No problem kid ... anytime" I said with a smile as I put the car in gear and eased back on the highway.
Lucky we made ourselves presentable when we did. Coming into town we again met a street full of flashing lights. As I slowed down a town cop walked up to the car and I rolled down my window,
"What's up officer" I asked
"The town is closed down. There is no way anyone can get down any of the streets unless you have a snowmobile and even that isn't a sure thing. There are drifts 6 and 7 feet high. The town snowplows are either broke down or stuck. And the highway plows ... well there are 3 blocking the route into town down the way you came ... and all but 1 of the remaining plows are either broken down or stuck out on the highways someplace. And I am stuck here all night until the roads get clear because I can't get to within 5 miles of my house because of blocked roads. The only road we are able to keep open is the town bypass ... and That's only because the 1 working plow just keep running back and forth on it alone. Even then its a struggle keeping the drifts under control from the sounds of it."
I heard a groan from Paul and looked over to him. He just said he guessed he was going to have a fun time getting through the drifts to his house. I thanked the officer and started towards the turn off to the bypass. It was the first time I was actually glad they made the road I lived on into part of the bypass.
Paul said "You can just stop anywhere here and I will get myself home."
"How far do you live from here?"
"About 4 miles ... out on the other side of town."
"Didn't you hear what the cop said? The roads are completely blocked. I am not letting you out to attempt that. I didn't save your ass down there only to have you die trying to get home here. I have a couch you can sleep on ... no problem. And no arguments."
Paul thanked me and kept making sure that I was really okay with him crashing at my place. Finally he realised it really was okay with me and dropped it. As I approached my driveway I could see that mine and my next door neighbors driveways were practically clear. The advantages of having a neighbor with a snowplow service that you hire to keep your drive clear. So I turned up the driveway ... drove up to near the house where I usually park and Paul and I got out and made our way to the house. Thankfully, part of the neighbors service is to clear walks as well. We got into my small but warm cottage style house.
"This is nice" said Paul
"Thanks ... its big enough for me ... usually" I said with a smile.
"This is the couch I will set up for you ... it folds down so you have about the same space as a double bed"
"Cool ..." said Paul "Anything I can to help?"
"Yeah ... grab me something wet out of the frig. I don't care what ... as long as its something wet. I am totally parched. And help yourself to whatever you want."
"Thanks ... I am really thirst too." he said as I retrieved extra bedding, pillows and a towel and facecloth.
"Ahhhh thanks" as I opened the pop he handed me which I promptly opened and guzzled about half of it.
I quickly folded the couch out and put the sheets and blankets on it .. and then I handed Paul the towels and facecloth and told him "Guests have first dibs on the shower if you want one".
"Shit yeah ... I need one bad. I was sweating like a pig at the party."
So I pointed him to the bathroom, told him where to hang his towels and that he could find an extra toothbrush wrapped in plastic in the medicine chest so he can brush his teeth. He kind of raised his eyebrow about the extra separately packaged toothbrushes ... so I told him the truth ... I travel on business from time to time and I always swiped those free things the hotels leave in those little baskets. I could hear him chuckle as he closed the bathroom door.
As I settled into my easy chair I heard the shower turn on, and only then started realising just how tense my muscles had been while I was driving. I loved to drive ... but I would tense up as badly as the next guy when theres a storm and bad roads. Oh well, I thought, the shower will help. About 10 minutes later, Paul came out of the bathroom totally naked, towel around his neck and his arms full of his clothes.
"Okay if I lay these out here?" indicating a chair close to the folded down couch.
"Sure ... no problem" as I drank in the sight of his nakedness. He was way better built than I though he was through his bulky sweater and coat. A cute bubble butt perched nicely below a well muscled and defined back. As he folded his clothes and hung others around the chair back or across the arms ... I noted the tuft of dark hair that matched the hair color on his head ... that sat at the top of his crack and continued down his crack to disappear around his balls. As I gazed further down I noted his nicely muscled thighs and calves. As he finished placing his clothes, he turned and took the towel from around his neck and started toweling his hair some more I was given a chance to fully appreciate his front ... which I did quickly. Nicely muscled arms, nice definition through his pecs and abs ... and his cock and balls that I felt I knew so well now, swinging between his thighs his soft dick looking almost like a pendulum. The only hair was a couple small tufts under his arms and a treasure trail going from his navel down to his fairly thick pubic bush. Such a wonderful looking young man.
I picked up my can of pop to take another swig just as he finished with his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist. The towel he was using was not the larger bath towel but the much smaller hand towel. It did up nicely around his waist ... but left most of his one hip down to his thigh bare. Very provocative but I really don't think he was aware of it being so.
Paul sat down on the makeshift bed and took up his can of pop for another drink. I figured it was time for my own shower so made to get up out of the chair. I let out a groan ... Paul immediately asking what was wrong. I settled back into the chair for a minute and just explained I had been so tense during the drive ... my muscles were just letting me know they weren't happy. He got up and came over and offered me his hand to help me out of the chair.
We got me up and I made my way to my bedroom grabbing a clean towel from the linen closet on my way. I figured if he felt comfortable enough just clad in a towel ... I should do the same. I stripped and knotted the towel around my waist. My towel was bigger than Paul's but left about the same amount showing on me. As I made my way to the bathroom, Paul was running his fingers through his hair making it look as if expertly styled.
When he saw me he commented "You really are a hairy bugger aren't you."
"I sure am kiddo. You probably won't ever see anyone hairier."
"Oh, I don't know. My Dad is about as hairy as you. My brother takes after him, I take after my mothers side ... almost no hair at all. I think being hairy is Kewl ... wish I had some more."
"Never know" I said as I continued on into the bathroom "you may get hairier as you get older". By which time I was in the bathroom and closing the door. I took my shower, letting the extra warm water cascade down on my sore still tight muscles. The shower did not help as much as I hoped. I brushed my hair and teeth and then took the still dry towel I had brought in with me and wrapped it around my waist again.
When I came out of the bathroom, Paul was standing looking out into the blackness outside. He commented that it was storming as bad as ever out there and turned back to retake his seat on the made up bed. As I passed the frig I asked him if he would like another pop or something else to drink. He declined but thanked me. Then he said he normally sleeps in the nude ... and did I mind him sleeping like that when we went to bed. I told him it was no problem, I slept nude too, and besides he could sleep any way he wants ... the couch is his for the night.
I went to sit in my easy chair for a few more minutes but I must have grimaced a bit when my muscles balked at the motion. Paul suddenly stands up and literally pulls me out of the chair.
"That's it. The shower didn't help obviously, so we are going to put a big towel on your bed and I am going to give you a massage. I have a bit of knowledge about massage. I guarantee it won't be too bad of a massage and you will feel a lot better after."
I wasn't about to argue. I grabbed a beach towel from the closet on the way past and led Paul into my bedroom. I had a couple bottles of massage oil on my dresser and told him to choose whichever one he wanted .. and I spread the beach towel on the bed and leaving my own towel on climbed up in the middle of the towel. Paul came over and crawled up stradling my hips.
He squirted some oil across my shoulders and got to work. The hair on my back soaked up the oil pretty quick so Paul began a new plan of attack. He literally drenched my back with oil and started rubbing it in and spreading it around.
He suddenly left my back and moved himself further down my thighs, then grabbed my knotted towel and said
"Lift up. We might as well lose these instead of getting oil on them."
I lifted up and felt it being pulled from around me and fall to the floor ... then I saw Paul's towel fall on top of mine beside the bed. He then shifted himself up to straddle my hips again ... and he again reached up to start massaging my shoulders. I kept thinking this could really develop into something sexual ... but Paul's cock remained totally soft while he proceeded to give me one great therapeutic massage. He then started long strokes up and down my back ... and each time his cock would drag up my asscrack to the small of my back ... and then back down to where his soft cock once again dropped between my thighs. He moved down across my butt with only a temporary stroke down my crack, across my pucker where he rubbed a bit and then continued down to my scrotum. My mind was thinking .. Now? ... but no. I was moaning and groaning my pleasure with almost every stroke of his hands. But except for the momentary dalliance, he continued in a very professional manner moving down my thighs and calves giving an excellent massage.
He then asked me to roll over, which I did without hesitation. I had fought hard to stay soft as he was ... and I guess I succeeded because my dick was only peaking out from my pubic hair a bit. Paul continued my massage, again in a very professional manner. He worked my chest and seemed intrigue that my nipples got hard when he passed over them. Then across my abdomen, down each side of my hips and finished off with the front of my legs. The he reversed direction and was massaging up my inner thighs until his fingers were actively playing with my ballsack as my cock stood up and took notice. I opened my eyes and just watched Paul's eyes watching my cock get hard as his fingers still played with my balls. Suddenly, as if just then realising what he was doing, he took his hands away and sat back on his heals between my thighs.
With eyes looking at the bed, he started to apologize. I cut him short and told him it was okay. It felt good.
Looking me in the eyes with an innocent look ... almost shy look ... he asked "Would you mind if I saw you like a blind person does again?"
"Given what we've been through so far tonight ... I think it'll be okay .. if you want to."
He timidly moved his fingers back to my crotch area and while caressing my balls once more and moving his other hand up to grab my almost totally hard cock. He began to stroke it with a little more purpose than he had in the car. I almost immediately started oozing significant amounts of precum. He slowed his stroking, gripped harder and with each upward stroke the precum practically bubbled out. He occasionally stopped his stroking to spread the clear ooze around my cockhead and down the shaft ... then he would start stroking again. The next time I oozed a copious amount he rubbed his hand through it and brought it up to his nose.
"I didn't think precum smelled. Mine doesn't smell I don't think ... I don't ooze like you but I have rubbed my hand in it and smelled it and it doesn't seem to have a smell. But your does. Doesn't it?"
I said "I don't know ... I don't think mine smells. Maybe its the massage oil."
"Maybe but I would like to know for sure"
"Well you can always try tasting it ... taste is the best way to determine if something has a smell most times"
Just then my cock throbbed in his slowly stroking hand and he moved his hand from rubbing my balls and used his index finger to dab in the fresh precum and stuck it in his mouth.
"Yuck ... that tastes terrible ... like oil or something"
"Daaaaa" I said "you've been massaging me with oil for the past hour and you haven't washed your hands since. So of course they taste like oil and That's what you tasted not my precum. When more oozes out just stick your tongue out and lick some. That is, if you really want to taste it."
Right on cue, seemingly, my cock throbbed again and some more precum oozed out. Before he could think about it, I guess, he bent down and surprised the heck out of me by placing his lips around the top half of my dickhead and ran his tongue around the head ... while his actions caused another gush of precum into his mouth.
"Sightly salty but not much of a flavor to it ... but I don't think I want to do that gain. I don't think I knew I was going to do it that time."
With that he started stroking my cock harder ... stroking my balls and occasionally tracing his finger around my pucker.
"You keep that up ... and I am going to cum"
"I think That's the purpose" he said with a smile but not taking his eyes from my dick. "I figured you were hard for a lot of time while we were driving and I don't think its right you should go to bed with blue balls. Besides, I have never seen another guy cum before ... and I want to. Now."
And then he started stroking me with new vigor ... bringing me closer and closer to orgasm with each stroke. I did not warn him ... just groaned loudly when I started shooting my cum. And he kept pumping until he could pump no more out of my softening cock. He grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and started to clean me up.
"That was awesome ... watching you cum like that. You cum a lot ... more than I do when I jack off." Then he looked up at me and asked "Did I do okay?"
"You did great kid. First the massage and then this. It was magnificent. Thanks."
He stretched out on the bed beside me, laying on his back and looking the ceiling. I rolled on my side and asked him if he would like me to give him a massage.
"Yeah ... if you don't mind. But instead of doing my back and everything ... can we just jump to main event?"
I smiled and reached over and grabbed his still mostly soft cock. As soon as I started stroking he started moaning. As I stroked with a firmer grip, I leaned over and started licking and sucking his pecs and nipples.
"Oh yeah ... that feels great. I never knew my tits were that sensitive. Every time you lick my nipple I can feel it in my balls. ohhhhhhh yeah ... make me feel good."
So I went nuts, doing anything and everything I felt he would enjoy feeling for the first time. I worked my way down and sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time. And while still stroking his now hard oozing cock ... I went lower, sucking that area between his balls and pucker ... and when I went to his pucker itself he automatically lifted his legs to give me better access.
I dove right into that fine ass of his and licked his asshole like there was no tomorrow. I kept driving my tongue at his pucker until it finally loosened enough for my tongue to drive right through. The more I fucked his butt with my tongue the louder and longer he moaned. Then when he was well lubed I replaced my tongue with the tip of my finger. I moved back up and his legs once again lowered to the bed as I leaned in and took his entire cock into my mouth and started giving Paul his first blowjob.
Paul started thrashing on the bed yelling how great it felt and pleaded with me not to stop ... and then when I sensed he was about to pop ... I worked my finger up his butt until I could feel the hard nut that was his prostate. He started bucking up into my mouth and back to reclaim my finger faster and faster ... and a quiet groan began deep in his throat. With each movement my lips made on his pulsing cock ... or each shove I made with my finger up his butt ... the endless groan became louder ... until just a couple minutes his groan turned into a yell that echoed around the room as his flood of cum threatened to drown me.
I molested his body like a wildman ... sucking him deep into my throat taking all the load he wanted to give me. Rubbing mercilessly on his softening prostate urging him to give up even more of his seed. I suckled his softening cock until he asked me to stop because it was too sensitive. And while he was coming down from his orgasm I slowly removed my finger from his tight butt.
After he'd been silent a long time, breathing normally, I asked him if he was okay. He said yes he was fine ... but he did not look at me when he answered. I asked him if he was okay with what just happened. He turned then to look at me.
"Yes. Actually I think I am fine about it all. Just never thought my first time cumming with someone else that that someone else would be a guy. Definitely a night of firsts."
"Yeah .. for me too." I said. "When I picked you up the last thing I thought would happen is any of the stuff we've done. Mind blowing."
"Well you can imagine what this all has done to my head then."
"Yeah, I guess. But if you are pretty okay with everything That's happened ... why so quiet?"
"You still promise all this is just between us?"
"Of course. Sort of. If I do tell anyone I promise they will never be able to tell its you. Hows that?"
"Good enough for me" he said with a smile. "I doubt if I will ever have sex with a guy again. So, before this night ends ... there is a couple things I want to try"
Paul just grinned as he shoved me onto my back on the bed ... then started stroking my cock again. When I was once again sporting a good semi ... he lowered his head and took me into his mouth. He quickly started going up and down on my now hard cock. After a few minutes he backed off but continued with his hand and he said "Let me know when you are going to cum. I am not sure if I want it in my mouth yet."
And then he went down on me again with youthful exuberance. I had to remind him about his teeth a couple times ... and I gave him a couple tips ... but he soon had me writhing on the bed speeding towards another climax. Unexpectedly he shoved a finger right up my butt. He must have somehow been able to coat his fingers with massage oil because before I knew it he had two and then three fingers shoved up my hungry hole. All the time he didn't miss a beat sucking on my oozing cock. As soon as he found my prostate my climax was suddenly upon me and I yelled that I was going to cum. He didn't pull off but seemed to pull my cock in deeper. Next thing I know I am shooting off in his mouth and he is swallowing it ...my asshole spasming around his fingers. He starts to cough and choke and he backs off my still spewing cock and watched it finish cumming as he stroked the last few spurts onto my abdomen.
Then he is quickly between my thighs asking me "Now how do I do this?"
I put my legs on his shoulders and I noticed he was lubing his again hard thick cock with massage oil. I then told him to take out his fingers and put his cock in. Unfortunately he took me literally and jammed his full length into me as soon as his fingers were clear. I hissed out through the pain to "HOLD IT. Don't move ... let me get used to it for a minute."
In a couple minutes I had adjusted and I told him he could start fucking me. And fuck me he did. He was a natural ... pounding into me in a forceful easy rhythm and then doing a few rabbit fuck strokes ... the slower and harder. In no time I was hard again and he was pounding and stirring my insides towards another orgasm. With one especially blissful jab ... I shot another small load onto my abdomen ... and a couple rabbit stabs later he roared and emptied his seed into my butt. As he came I lowered my legs from his shoulders and he collapsed onto my chest.
"oh geez" he said "I never ... I never thought .... ummmm I never thought fucking someone would be so great." "Yippee!!" he yelled "I am not a virgin anymore. I can truthfully tell people that I have fucked someone, AND that I've gotten my first blowjob ... and even had my ass eaten out. This is fantastic. I feel .... GREAT."
Then he looked up at me "I did not hurt you did I?"
"It hurt at first ... but it felt great in a couple minutes. You really know how to fuck. You sure you never did that before?"
"Nope, never fucked anything or anyone before. And never sucked a cock before either. And I doubt if I will again. But it was an interesting experience. You have the best cock to learn how to suck on .. or to try sucking for the first time. I hardly choked at all ... until you started shooting too much cum" he said with a smile.
"Kiss me?" I asked.
He hesitantly stretched up until our lips were close ... and then stopped. Then with a "ahhh what the hell" exclamation he bend down and we enjoyed a long passionate french kiss. He was a great kisser too. We then both slipped off into dreamland, him laying on top of me, his head on my shoulder ... his softened cock still in my butt. The beginning of daylight just making its presence known.
We woke up a few hours later and he shifted around to he was spooned his soft dick finally pulling free of my butthole. As he snuggled in his free hand stroked across my chest, down my abdomen to finally seek once again my now less hidden soft dick. As I nodded off again I heard him softly whisper "Thank you ... for everything". I whispered back "Your welcome ... it was definitely my pleasure" ... and we went back to sleep for a few more hours.
Early afternoon we woke up, showered together where we gave each other another blowjob each ... dried off and got dressed. While Paul figured out something for us to eat ... I called the roads department and the police to see how the roads were. They were making progress finally ... but the area where Paul lived wouldn't be accessible for at least another day. When I hung up the phone ... Paul had food on the table .. rolls, some fruit and cheese ... so I told him the news.
He made a couple phone calls to tell people he was okay and was bunking in with a friend until he could get to his own place. When he hung up from his last call ... he gave me a sly grin ... and started taking off his cloths laying them out back on the chair.
Looking over his shoulder at me "I guess last night is just going to have to have a minimum of 36 hours in it".
We were out of our cloths in seconds and enjoying the meal Paul had put together. It was 36 hours I am sure neither of us would forget. We both accepted our time together for what it was ... two guys getting together and getting off. I liked Paul ... and he liked me ... but we both knew our time together would not be repeated ... and we probably would never see each other again unless we ran into each other in town. We had a fantastic time together ... and when I dropped him at his place on the Sunday ... he thanked me for everything and we shook hands. And that was the end.
About 10 years after, I ran into him at the yearly local Home Show. He was married with a couple kids.
At one point he asked me if I remembered the night we met. I assured him I did ... that it was a fond memory of my first 36 hour night ... and then I smiled widely.
He leaned close so no passers by would hear and said "I remember every minute of it too. I really enjoyed it too. But I've never done anything like that again and don't plan on it. At the same time though, I am really glad we experienced what we did that night. At times I still think its the best sex I've ever had ... now that I have had something to compare it to" And then he grinned just as widely as I had.
"Well" I said "I better get going. If you ever decide to go for a repeat ... let me know"
He said, smiling just as broadly "That night was, then and in my memory now, perfect. Now why would we fuck with that? You take care Peter. Maybe see you around town again sometime."
We shook hands and parted. Just the way it should be.