Michael picked up Jeremy up in the New Mexico desert. Michael was driving back from a vacation in Arizona, back to home in Dallas. He had the top down on his small convertible, and was enjoying the searing light and wide-open spaces of the desert. It was a blistering August afternoon and Jeremy had chosen to hitch-hike on a sparsely travelled highway. Although the boy was cute -- about 5'7, with short blond hair and a boyish grin, Michael picked him up because the boy would be dead from dehydration in a few hours, rather than any sexual desire for the boy. The boy was wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a stained and dirty tank-top, a back-pack slung over one shoulder.
"Where are you headed to?" Michael asked him, as he pulled up beside the boy.
"Far away. You?"
"Dallas far enough for you?" Michael said.
"Works for me," Jeremy said. He put his backpack in the small back seat and got into the car. "Nice car you have."
"Thanks. What's your name?"
"Jeremy."
"Good to meet you Jeremy. I'm Michael. When did you last have any water or something to drink?" Michael asked.
"About two hours ago, Michael." Michael wondered what the boy was doing out here. He was either stupid, or something bad had happened to him.
"There's water in the bag behind you. You should drink more than you think." Michael took a drink himself. "There's sunscreen in the glove compartment, and you can probably find a hat and sunglasses if you look around."
"Thanks, Michael." Jeremy rooted around the car for a few minutes, finding the water, then the sunscreen. As Michael got back up to speed on the highway, he tried not to be too obvious in watching Jeremy cover himself in the white cream -- it had been at three days since he had gotten off. Jeremy was slim, but well-defined, and it was a pleasure to watch him rub the lotion in. There was a slight femininity about him, which probably caused him no end of trouble in high school. Michael bet he had been called "fag" more times than he could count. Michael also gave it even chances that the label was accurate.
"So, why were you in the middle of nowhere hitchhiking? And, if you don't mind, how old are you?" Michael asked. Jeremy had found a slim pair of mirrored shades and a black ball cap. Jeremy seemed to either not notice or not understand the significance of "Folsom Street Fair 2005" on the ball cap.
"I'm 18. Honest. I know I look young." He looked around as the flat landscape raced by, each minute taking him further away from where Michael had picked him up. "It's a long story why I was there." Michael was glad the boy was at least of legal age. He might be abetting a felony, but at least he wasn't carrying a minor. Or, possibly, fucking one later that night.
"It's a long drive to Dallas. We've got time."
"You'll probably kick me out when you hear it."
"Well, did you kill a guy?"
"No. Nothing like that at all," Jeremy laughed.
"Well, as long as I'm safe, the worse I'll do is let you off at the next reasonable sized town. Cool?"
"Yeah, that works for me. You know, I was starting to get scared out there. It was hot, and I had no water."
"I figured as much. So, how come I find a young man like you out here in the middle of nowhere?"
"Well, I guess it began about two years ago." Michael got worried. He realized he had been thinking too much with his dick, and his fantasy of Jeremy's story, locker-room rapes by the football team, after school lessons by the french teacher, or a secret boyfriend in the drama club could have just been his own projections onto the tabula rasa of Jeremy. Just as easily, it could have been some cunt girlfriend who thought the best way to keep her man was to get pregnant. Of course, Jeremy was hardly a man's man, but maybe he was sensitive and gentle in bed. Michael hoped this was not the direction the story took. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stand the eighteen or so hours to Dallas, and might have to find a rock to crash into. Jeremy continued, "I was on a fishing trip with my dad, my younger brother, and my dad's best friend, Cameron." Michael relaxed slightly. At least it was all male to start out.
"Where were you? Where were you living at the time?"
"We were living in the desert, probably about hundred miles from here. Small town. The camp site was way up in the mountains, kinda remote. We all went there every year." Jeremy continued, "My dad and Kurt, my brother had gone on a hike, so it was just Cameron and myself at the camp site. We didn't expect them back for another six hours or so. Anyway, Cameron suggested we go down to the creek and fish some."
Michael nodded. He had actually slowed down a bit, to make it easier to hear Jeremy talk.
"We set up the poles, and sat down. The entire point of the trip was to relax. Cameron had brought a few beers and a joint. We had a beer and passed the joint back and forth. We were just shooting the breeze there, enjoying the cold beer, the warm day, that stoned feeling."
"Your Dad know what was going on?" Michael asked.
"Well, he knew about the beer and the joint. Hell, he had brought the weed. My mom had disappeared when Kurt was five, I was eight. He let us do pretty much anything. Anyway, fish weren't biting and after about an hour, Cameron said, 'Fuck, between no fish, and the beer and weed, I'm horny.' I was too, I had been trying to hide my boner for a while. I hadn't jerked off in six days, and I usually do it twice a day. Cam asked me if I wanted to get off with him."
Michael remembered how teenagers were. He was glad he was still about once a day. Three times with the right ass to fuck. "So, what did you do?"
"I was horny. I said sure."
"Had you ever jerked off with a guy before?"
"No. But I knew that I liked guys. And I had always looked up to Cam, so I was good with watching him." Jeremy went on, "Cam unzipped his pants, and pulled out his dick. He started to stroke it. I had seen Cam naked a few times, but never getting hard. As he stroked, he asked if I wanted to join him. I pulled out my dick as well. I was already pretty hard." Michael glanced at Jeremy and thought he caught a hint of a bone in the boy's shorts. "And I started to stroke my cock as well. We basically just sat there by the creek, two guys, jerking off."
"Which of you had the biggest cock?"
"Oh. Cam. Easily. I'm not very big, only about six inches long."
"That's not bad. What about him?"
"Well, he wasn't much longer than me, maybe six and a half, but it was really fat. It wasn't quite beer bottle, but he could barely wrap his hands around it. Maybe the size of a can of red bull. I couldn't help staring at it; I found my self getting harder just staring at his dick. He noticed me staring. 'Not too long, but pretty fat, huh?' he asked me. 'Yeah,' I said. He asked if I wanted to give him a hand."
"And did you?"
"Yeah, I did." Jeremy told him how he first started to just touch Cam's dick, how warm and alive it felt in his hands. "'Just about the same size as yours, but a lot thicker, huh?' Cam asked me. I didn't say anything, just kept on stroking him. I was terrified of it; playing with another guy's dick. But I also loved it. There was something about that made me even harder, and I was worried I was going to shoot right there. 'You like my cock, huh?' Cam said. I was able to croak out 'Yeah,' I was so nervous and excited. 'That's cool man. It feels good when you stroke it.' I was still stroking my own cock at the same time."
"So, did you stroke Cam off?"
"Well, sort of." Jeremy was silent for a second.
"Wait. Did you end up blowing him?"
"Yeah, I did." Jeremy suddenly looked nervous. "Is that cool?" he asked.
"Hmm." Michael knew he wasn't far off wondering about Jeremy's interest in guys. He was also pretty sure that he had guaranteed blow job as soon as this story was done. "I wondered if you were a cocksucker."
"You know, that's what Cam called me as well."
Something about the way Jeremy phrased that made Michael wonder if this was a one-off story, or if there was something else. "When was the last time you got to suck on Cam's cock? How many times did you get to suck on it?"
"I sucked him off this morning. How many times? Honestly, I don't know. Like every day for the past two years?" There was hint of pride in Jeremy's voice at that. He was proud to have gotten off a man that many times.
"Did you ever talk to him about that first time? Did it just happen that way? Or had he planned it?"
"Damn. How did you know?"
"Experience, I guess. What had happened?"
"A few weeks earlier, my Dad was out of town for a bit. Cam had stayed at our place to watch over us. One night, he found a few video clips I downloaded on our computer. It was of a guy jerking off, so he said he had figured I must have been hot for guys. On the fishing trip, he had made sure I never had a chance to jerk off so I was extra horny when he made his move."
Michael had guessed that was what went down. He had used the same technique a few times before, to equal success. The guy had invariably stuck around for a while, eager to get every drop of his cum. "So, how did he make his move?"
"God. He just asked me, 'You want to suck on it?' I was so horny, I would have done anything he asked, probably. I leaned over and started to lick the head of his cock. It was pretty thick, and I had no idea how I was going to do the whole thing."
"Did you manage to take it all?"
"Not the first time. It took a lot of practice before I was able to get all of his cock in my mouth."
"But you were able too?"
"Yeah, I can." Jeremy was proud of that ability. He wondered if Cameron was missing him. Normally about this time, he'd be coming back from school, and stopping by Cam's apartment. Within minutes, Jeremy would be on his knees, his nose buried in Cameron's pubic hair, working his cock over. There was a comfort in having a dick in his mouth. He knew he was good at getting a guy off, and Cameron loved to be edged for a long time. In his own way, Cameron also let Jeremy know that he enjoyed getting off. "Anyway, he suggested I get down on my knees, it would be a better position for both of us. I kneeled down in front of him, and tried to get the shaft into my mouth."
Michael was impressed by Cam. He had gotten Jeremy on his knees, sucking his dick with almost no work at all. Of course, it was clear that Jeremy was pretty eager for a chance to suck dick, but still, Cameron played him perfectly. "So, you suck him off?"
"Yeah, I ended up getting him off. I must have spent like ten minutes working on his shaft. At first, I kept on trying to wrap my mouth all the way around his cock and go down. Finally, Cam said to just work on the head, which was a lot easier for me. I could get all of that in my mouth, and not have trouble."
"Were you gagging on it? or what?"
"No, I've never gagged on a dick before. His was just thick, I couldn't open my mouth up wide enough."
"You've sucked other guys?"
"Yeah. But that's still in the future. So, I was on my knees, sucking off Cam. He was leaking pre-cum the entire time, and I didn't even think twice about swallowing it. I had read a lot of stories, seen clips on the computer. It didn't bother me that much. As I was sucking him off, Cam said, 'If you want, you can jerk off.' I had been trying not to touch myself, a little worried about what Cam would think, but when he said he was cool, I pulled out my cock and started to stroke as well."
"So, how long did you suck him off?"
"It wasn't that long. I think he was about as horny as I was, since he hadn't had a chance to get off either. It was probably only about two or three minutes before he started getting really close"
"You could tell?"
"Yeah. He started to moan and say how close he was getting."
"Did you pull off? Or stay on his cock?"
"I stayed on him. He put his hand on the back of my head. There was enough pressure to keep me on, to let me know that I probably didn't have a choice but to take his load in my mouth. I was getting pretty close myself, stroking my cock, and trying to get more of his shaft in my mouth." Michael took a peek at Jeremy next to him; there was definitely a lump in his shorts as he was telling his story. "As he started to shoot, I shot my own load as well, I was so turned on by sucking him off. Both of us had a huge load."
"Did you swallow his load?"
"Yeah, I did. I didn't know what else I could do. Besides, I thought it was hot that he had cum in my mouth. I tried to suck out the very last drop of his cum, getting all of it. After I milked it dry, and jerked out the last of my load, Cameron said, 'Damn. That was a good blow job.' He told me he hadn't gotten blown in a few years. Most girls couldn't get their mouth around his cock."
"How did that make you feel?"
"I dunno. He said I was a good cocksucker. I immediately said I wasn't a cocksucker, but he said that I had just swallowed his cum, and even cum while I was blowing him. As far as he was concerned, that made me a cocksucker." Jeremy went on, "He also told me to be careful about my dad. 'Hey, I'm cool with you being a cocksucker. But you gotta be careful around your dad. He'd flip if he ever found out.' It was like he had planned that line. When we got back to camp, my Dad and Kurt were back. He had gotten stopped by a forest ranger, who had seen his beer. The ranger gave him a ticket, and my dad was just raging about that fucking cocksucker giving him the ticket."
"That must have been weird, you just having blown Cameron."
"Yeah. He must had said 'cocksucking bastard' and how he would 'kill the cocksucker," ten times in less than five minutes. At one point, Cam was standing behind him, facing me. He grabbed his crotch and winked at me. Kurt was off in the tent, thank god. I nearly turned red with embarrassment."
So far, Jeremy's tale didn't seem that bad to Michael. Yeah, an older guy had basically manipulated Jeremy into sucking him off, but Jeremy had enjoyed it. Jeremy was pretty comfortable with what he enjoyed, and they both had gotten off. Michael reached over and rubbed the boy's head. He didn't resist the touch, and even leaned in slightly. The short spiky hair was soft. "So, how did you end up here? How did the rest of the camping trip go?"