HitchHikers Encountered #4 by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com)
Hitchhiker Encountered - The Magazine Salesman
I don't remember why I was off work that day. Maybe I had taken a few vacation days, or maybe just a "mental health" day. Who knows ... or rather, who really cares. The fact remains that for whatever reason, I was driving to the city about 25 miles north of me to take care of something.
I had left home fairly early, around 9 AM., and I had decided to skip the freeway and head north on the lesser highway. Slower, but far less hectic.
I had just turned off the road my house is on, onto the highway headed north, and literally "right there" was a hitchhiker. Rather short, dress shoes, black pants, white dress shirt with a black tie, and a light weight zip up navy blue jacket. He looked paper thin, and I was sure if the fairly strong winds that day were any worse, the guy would have blown away. He looked to be, maybe, 22 or 23 ... and I swear, I don't think he was any taller than 5'3" or 5'4" ... and maybe 120 lbs soaking wet.
Anyway, I stopped and he hopped in the passenger seat. I asked where he was headed. He was going to the same city I was headed to ... and specifically a coffee shop that I had to pass to get to my destination. So, he happened on the ride he needed and I had company for the trip.
I asked him where he started out from and he named a city about an hours drive west of where I picked him up. He said it had taken him 4 hours to get to where I picked him up. But he'd been able to "telephone his boss & crew" so they knew he was going to be late. I asked him what kind of job he had, and he told me he was a door to door magazine salesman for the summer and they went from place to place with his coworkers hitting one neighborhood after another selling yearly subscriptions for a number of the popular monthly magazines. I asked him how the pay was and he said, with a chuckle that at least it paid for his university tuition ... but not enough that he didn't have to work through the school year. I told him I admired his determination to get a university education ... and the fact he wanted to do it so he wasn't buried in debt by Student Loans at the end of it.
The conversation died a bit then and I scrambled for another topic.
Grasping for something to talk about, I said "That wind is pretty strong out there today. You are lucky you weren't blown away." I said with a smile.
He smiled and said "Well, I might look small but I am put together pretty good."
"You're a wiry little guy are you?"
"That's putting it lightly. Here, look at this." and then he proceeded to take off his tie and unbutton his shirt right down to his pants waist band ... and then he spread his shirt wide. "See, I am a lot better muscled than most people think."
I glanced over, and he certainly was really well developed. Skinny for sure, but you could see every muscle from his pecs right down to at least his 6 pack abs. I suddenly was curious if he had a 6 or 8 pack.
"Go on, mister, feel them if you want to. I am proud of my muscle development."
"Ummm ... no, its okay. I can see how well you are developed"
"Ahhhh come on" and he reached over for my hand and brought it down at the top of his abs and moved my hand around a bit and then dropped his hands beside him.
Occasionally taking my eyes from the road to look at his near naked torso ... I let my hand wander for a while ... checking out his pecs and abdominals down to his waist band then back up again to gently brush across his nipples. Although he was moaning quietly, it was still loud enough I could tell he was enjoying my inspection. His nipples remained completely flat to his chest ... but he seemed to enjoy my fingers inspecting around them.
"Do you have a 6 or 8 pack abs?" I asked, getting more than a little turned on while I continued my hand inspection.
"Just 6 unfortunately, I don't know how guys can get 8 packs. I can't seem to. Here ... see for yourself"
And once again he shocked me by undoing his pants and slipping them and his boxers below his knees, undid the last button or two of his shirt and spread it completely out of the way. Then he slouched a little further down in his seat. I think I must have gasped when I looked over and saw his cock. It looked huge on his slight body and was quickly bouncing up to a full erection.
"Go ahead" he says "check me out. You've got great hands and a great touch ... you are getting me all horned up"
And check him out I did ... leaving his cock and balls and his neatly trimmed pubic bush until last. He had a nice tight sack with a couple nice sized balls inside. His cock, which had bounced up to full erection long before I touched it, seemed impossibly thick for his size and if I had to judge was about 7.5 inches of uncut perfection.
I found his dick wasn't as thick as it looked when I was able to easily wrap my hand around its base. Keeping his hands at his sides he thrust his hips up further into my gripping hold. Slowly I moved my hand up to his tip and then stuck my finger between his cockhead and foreskin and ran my finger around inside feeling that he had oozed a good amount of precum already. I skinned back his covering and then used my whole hand to twist gently around the head.
All this time I was keeping my eyes mostly on the road and taking occasional glances to take in the sight of this good looking man.
I started jacking him off, hoping I could make him cum before we drove into the small town south of the city we were headed for.
"Oh yeah mister, you know how to make a man feel good. Jack me off ... make me squirt" and then he started to almost whimper as my hand brought him closer and closer to climax.
Unexpectedly fast, his orgasm was upon him and he yelled "Oh yeah ... its here ... I'm cumming".
And great gushes of cum came out of his cock and just oozed down over his cock and my stroking hand. No shooting ... just oozing. First man I ever saw do that. I kept pumping his cock until he stopped oozing ... and he remained for a few minutes slouched down in his seat trying to calm his breathing. When he recovered a bit ... he grabbed a handful of tissues from the box I keep handy, cleaned himself up and just as we entered the small town he finished redressing himself and putting his tie back on. Through town he was thanking me and telling me how much he'd needed that and how good it was. I was only to happy to help him out. And I have to admit it was a new experience for me I had never had a day time encounter with a hitchhiker before.
Shortly after we drove through the town, my passenger asked me if I could pull down a sideroad a bit ... he had to pee real bad. So the next road I turned down it and drove a short way until I saw a driveway over the ditch going into a field. He hopped out and stood beside the car emptying his bladder. Then, another shocker, when he got back into the car he immediately reached over and felt my crotch.
"You are all horned up too" he stated "Whip it out and I will help you out real quick before we get back on the road again."
"Its okay" I said "besides, I tend to shoot lots and all over the place. It would make too much of mess of me and the car. Don't worry, I can wait until I get back home again."
"NO WAY" he said "you helped me now I am going to help you. And I promise I will make sure there won't be a mess." and all this time he was rubbing my hard cock through my pants. I gave in and undid my pants and shoved them down to mid thigh and then reclined my seat a bit to give him better access.
I was so turned on by everything that had happened so far that I knew I wouldn't last long. He had a great jacking technique that quickly brought me to the boiling point. He sensed this and before I could tell him I was cumming, he lowered his head and took my cock completely in his mouth ... suctioning hard on my pulsing cock. His now free hand rubbing my ballsack while one errant finger felt around my pucker. I shot load after load down his hungry throat. And he took it all, not losing a drop and not gagging once. Then he sat up smiling at me while wiping his mouth and reminded me that he had said there wouldn't be a mess. A man true to his word.
I pulled myself together and we got back on the highway. Not 10 minutes later I was dropping him off at the coffee shop and as he exited the car ... a group of people similarly dressed came out to meet him. Before closing the door he stuck his head back in, and discreetly so none of his coworkers could see, he rubbed his crotch ... and thanked me .. for everything. I smiled ... rubbed my crotch and said ... No ... thank you. Then he closed the door and was gone.
And I continued on to where I had to go ... and then drove back home. All the time with this damned "Cheshire Cat" grin on my face that I couldn't seem to get rid of.