One Lucky Guy

By Stew

Published on Sep 28, 2013

Gay

"Wow! Am I one lucky guy" I whispered to myself, as I turned my truck onto the shoulder and pulled up next to a hunky Latin hitch-hiker.

"Hi! Where are you headed? the young man asked, then added a wink.

"Going into town" I answered, quivering with excitement, as I looked upon his innocent bronze face and energetic white smile.

"That's exactly where I need to go. Can you give me a ride?" the hitch-hiker said, as his glance meandered downwards to my yellow speedos, which were protruding prominently from my mid-section.

"I sure can, climb aboard!" I confirmed his request, after I noticed his dark midnight hair, slim perky nose, brown puppy dog eyes, and a sexy 5 o' clock shadow surrounding a set of full creamy red lips.

Quickly, the youthful stranger, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a tight green t-shirt, settled into the front passenger seat.

"I'm Jon Parker" I introduced myself to the incredibly hot hitch-hiker, then drove onto the highway.

"Rick Vega" he informed me, as I clearly noticed a visible mound between his legs.

"Do you mind if we stop at my house first, before we go into the city. I'm visiting a friend and I need to change clothes?" I asked, followed by a very slow and seductive wink of my emerald green eye.

"That's a great idea!" Rick answered, as he placed his hand upon my bare leg.

By the time I pulled into the driveway, Rick was actively massaging my swelling bulge.

Once inside the house, I opened the refrigerator and offered Rick a drink.

Apparently, Rick was more interested in me, as he gently hugged me from behind and used his hands to explore my frontside, specifically, my groin area. My body began to sway in ecstasy as his hands massaged my aching cock and balls. Soon Rick had infiltrated my garment, released my oozing member, and was softly stroking the long shaft, while I moaned with desire.

"Dam, I love the foreplay": I thought, as our bodies sensually and lightly gyrated against each other.

However, Rick's biological urges soon had him, lifting off my shirt and lowering my speedos. By the time I turned around, Rick had sank to his knees and was ready to service my aching log.

Rick showed excitment when the full range of my monumental endowment was placed in front of him, like a dangling tasty treat.

After a lightly spoken "Wow", Rick slid my cock into his mouth and began to suck on my naked projecting flesh. With a firm grip on my large balls, Rick feasted on my throbbing rod with passion and raw need.

The sexy hitch-hiker, was giving me a superb blowjob, in the kitchen and I was sexually aroused by Rick's intoxicating technique and endless determination.

Briefly we paused to shed our clothing, and change positions. Rick's smooth muscular body wasbeautifully tanned and firm. Urgently I launched my mouth onto Rick's juicy seven inch dick, and was soon savoring the sweet taste of his Latin pole. Eventually, Rick was seductively holding my head, while he diligently fucked my tight lips. Deliciously succulent , Rick's broad girth filled my throat with a hearty supply of dripping manhood.

I placed my hands onto Rick's supple ass and began to knead his baby smooth back door. As my fingers wormed into Rick's sweaty crack, one digit impaled his oozing hole and forced Rick to cry out in ecstasy. Rick's hole was very receptive to my advances, and soon I was fucking his pooper with two fingers.

Rick suddenly stopped and revealed that he wants to fuck me. We move to the living room and I lay down on the carpeted floor. Rick approaches me on his knees and lifts my legs up in the air as he gets closer. Slowly and cautiously Rick enters my pink incision, then thrusts his erect staff all the way into my canal. Once Rick had my anal lips stretched out, he blasted into full speed intercourse and never stopped.

I could not believe this was happening. First I get pumped by a cute surfer dude and now an awesome looking Latin stud was pounding my hungry ass cavity, all within a few hours.

While frantically loading his cargo into my crevice, Rick moaned out loud, and soon he was launching his manjuice deep into my sphincter.

We retreated to the bathroom, which had a large walk in shower, and soon hot water was flowing down our sweaty naked bodies. The warm, relaxing atmosphere was sexually stimulating and I couldn't resist the temptations of Rick's available assets. While Rick leaned against the tiled wall, I penetrated his soapy gap with my enormous boner and plowed his back door with random deeply felt thrusts of my hips. Rick grunted after each push, as I repeatedly plunged my hot pulsating dick into Rick's tender ass. In no time, this interracial fornification had me howling with passion, shaking with anticipation, then finishing off with a streamy load of warm jism into Rick's young channel.

After getting cleaned and dressed, I drove Rick into the city and we said our goodbyes.

I then proceeded to drive to the residence of my childhood friend, Ian Furman, who had some music tapes that I wanted to borrow.

Next: Chapter 10: My Friends Dad


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