The following contains graphic accounts of sexual acts between men. If you are not of age, if it is illegal in your area, or if it just plain grosses you out, do not read it. If you like it, try my other stories, "The Farm Boy" under gay/rural, and "The Roomie" under gay/college.
THE HITCHER
I had just turned up the entrance ramp to the interstate highway in my mini-van, heading north for an overnight business trip in a city several hours away from home, when the light rain that had begun falling a few minutes earlier suddenly shifted into a downpour. Thunder rolled nearby, and huge raindrops coated the windshield almost faster than the wiper blades, even on high speed, could scrape them away. I slowed and strained my eyes to see the road ahead, though traffic was very sparse.
I was almost upon the young hitchhiker before I saw him. My glimpse of him was like the flash of a camera, just a fraction of a second, but it remained in my mind long after. He was medium height, late teens, with dark, soaking wet hair forming ringlets around his neck. He stood, weight on left leg, right knee flexed, on the shoulder of the highway, dripping right hand outreached in the universal thumb-up gesture. He was looking hopefully in my direction as I approached, already slowing because of the heavy rain. Most interesting to me was that, under the deluge, he had shed his shirt so that he stood there bare-chested, wearing only loose denim shorts low slung over his hips, with the elastic of boxers visible around the waist, and unlaced high-tops. He held his soaked shirt in his free hand at his side.
The split second left to me was enough to decide. Though I am not usually one to pick up hitchhikers, since I really prefer not to wind up dead in a ditch, this time I made an exception. (The closer to naked the hitchhiker is, and the better looking, the more likely I am to make an exception.) I swung the van over to the shoulder. In the rear view mirror I could see the young man jogging up towards me on the passenger side. I decided on a gambit. I pushed the button that would open the sliding side door that accesses the back section of the van. I had the middle seat out since I don't need it, and there was a large open space in the center of the van, and then the rear seat at the back. The kid stuck his head in and knelt at the entrance.
The customary greetings were exchanged. The kid's name was Derek. He was heading further up the highway than I was, but I could get him well along the way to his destination. "But I have a strange request," I said. "Your shorts are soaked through, and they hold a lot of water. I don't want the cloth seat to get wet. Would you mind taking off your shorts before you sit down?"
He looked at me for just a second, sizing me up. I am twenty-five, with short black hair, 5'11" and 170 lbs., a regular at the gym. Just then I was not dressed for business, because it would not take place until the next morning. In fact, I wore nothing but loose legged gym shorts hiked up around my thighs, my shoes on the floorboard beside me and my T-shirt across the passenger seat. My overnight bag was in the back. Had I not spied this young morsel just when I did, within a couple of miles I would have set the cruise control and whipped out my eight inch dick to play with while I drove, a favorite travel pastime of mine. At the moment it rested, unrestrained by underwear, in the left leg of my shorts, its tubular shape and mushroom head outlined under the thin cloth.
The boy shrugged. "Well, OK," he said.
He made more of a demonstration of it than I expected, to my pleasure. Standing at the open door, he slipped out of the Reeboks first, and set them inside the van. Then he loosened and slid down the shorts. I had not specified that the boxers had to go. But down they went, and he stepped out of them and piled them on top of the shorts on the carpet just inside. Now he was completely naked and standing at the roadside right beside my van, the rain still beating on his shoulders and running down his back!
The cruelly amusing, prankish thing to do would be to speed away and leave young Derek naked on the highway. But that would deprive me of the pleasure of looking at him, and I am not one to deny myself such things. I looked.
He was probably nineteen, but youthful looking, with smooth white skin and very little body hair. His wet face was fresh-skinned and oval, with brown eyes and even teeth. His shoulders were lightly tanned and a little freckled. His chest was nicely defined in a young, slim sort of way, not an ounce of superfluous body fat. He had cute little tits and a smooth, flat stomach, with just a little trace of fine brown hair descending from the navel to where it spread out into a dark, curly wet pubic patch. The dick which hung within that patch was not mammoth, but even wet it was meaty and well proportioned to its owner. It was cut, and had a nice pit-viper shaped head on it. His balls were tightly drawn up within his scrotum from the cold rain. Fine hair was plastered wetly to his muscular legs. The whole effect was of a soccer player, strong, agile, fleet, and conditioned.
He crawled into the van, then turned and, kneeling at the door, picked up the boxers, tee shirt, and cut-offs, and wrung them out outside the door. Water streamed from each as he twisted, but I was not looking at that. I was studying his sleek, smooth backside only two feet from me, the muscular back with its sexy pelvic dimples, the rounded hairless orbs of butt. He leaned forward to put a little muscle into wringing his shorts, and I got a breathtaking glimpse of his little brown asshole, with the tight round scrotal sack hanging below it, as well as a tantalizing overview of the whole body under muscular contraction. I was mesmerized. Oh, how I wanted to caress that butt!
He left the clothing at the doorway and said, "OK, let's go." I turned to drive onward as he moved back to the seat, where he sprawled in the middle, arms across the seat back on both sides, and feet spread wide. What a view I could have if only my mirror were turned sideways! I thought. But I drove on, now with a naked young man flaunting his wares provocatively in my rear seat, out of reach and out of view. Suddenly I was not so sure how this would work out for me.
I glanced in the mirror. My friend was smiling back at me coolly. He knows I've fucked myself, I thought, stashing him in the back where I can't see him or make a move on him. I began to feel a little pissed.
Now the shower was abating somewhat, and a few vehicles began to pull around us, while I also passed slower traffic. Derek watched the cars pass nonchalantly, but when a full-size van came by, he said, "Man, I wonder how much those guys can see inside this van!" "Don't worry," I answered. "They can't see a thing, we're higher than cars, and the windows are tinted much too dark for trucks and vans to see back there. If you were up front, you might give some trucker a thrill, but back there, you're invisible."
He was quiet a moment. "It's not that I'm modest or anything," he said, then chuckling, "sort of an exhibitionist, if you want to know the truth. I've just never traveled on the highway in the raw before."
"It's pretty cool, though, huh?" I responded. "You're acting out a favorite fantasy of mine, traveling in the nude. I've only really done it at night. But I often wear only loose shorts so that I can pull them down while I drive and be as close to naked as possible."
Derek laughed, and shivered slightly. "Cool is the word for it. Can you direct some of that defroster air back here to the back? I'm still kind of wet."
"I can make it come from the dashboard vents. But it won't reach all the way back there. You'll have to move up front."
I picked up my shirt from the passenger seat and tossed it behind me. I switched the control to AC to make it blow from the vents, but left the air slightly warm. Suddenly Derek's head and shoulders were right beside mine. His naked butt slid past me, brushing my right arm, and he now sprawled into the seat next to me. Right on, I thought, now we're getting somewhere! He raised his right leg and propped his knee on the dash, and set the vents so that they blew right onto his crotch and chest. I revved up the fan to high, and glanced over. I could see his pubes starting to wave in the breeze.
What a delectable young physique this was beside me! Derek was slender, with a particularly small waist, accentuating the swell of his chest. His creamy body was smooth and unblemished, with every muscle outlined beneath the skin. My cock began to stir within my shorts. I felt the head of it advancing along my upper thigh toward Derek. I glanced down. Yep, it was quite visible, either a growing erection or the banana I brought for lunch laid across my lap inside my pants. I figured Derek would have no trouble guessing which.
I don't know whether he noticed at that point or not, but in any case, his own hand just naturally drifted down to his groin, and he began to twist his crotch hair a little and fondle his jewel sack. His dick responded, obviously ready for action. It began to elongate noticeably, and he gave it an affectionate caress. Just then I noticed the cab of a truck pulling up beside us to pass. We were just beginning to climb a moderate hill, and the truck's acceleration slowed a bit just as he came abreast of us. He hovered beside us, just keeping pace. Then the truck's horn jolted me with a short honk. I tore my eyes away from Derek's handsome equipment to look up into the cab. The driver was only dimly visible to me, but his eyes were glued to the scene in my van. I saw his beard open into a broad grin, and he gave me a thumb's up sign. "You have an admirer," I said to Derek. "Well, more than one, actually." Derek looked over at the trucker and met his gaze, smiling mischievously. "Hell, if he likes it, we can give him a better show than this."
Now he began to pull and stroke on his cock with purpose. It had already been expanding, but now it swelled to its maximum dimensions, a good seven and a half inches, plump and appetizing, a real Ball-park frank. He pumped it slowly and lasciviously, watching both me and the trucker as we ogled. We were fortunate to keep both vehicles on the road.
By now we had crested the hill and were beginning the descent. The truck gradually pulled ahead of us and passed, its driver still smiling and shaking his head. He pulled in front of us, though, and matched our speed as though reluctant to leave us yet.
Derek, still caressing his swollen organ, spoke up. "So what's with you? You said you had a fantasy about driving naked, but I seem to be the one living it out. What are you, chicken-shit?"
Well, yes, actually, I thought. But the enjoyment of the one trucker had emboldened me. Why should Derek have all the fun? I lifted my hips and, guiding the wheel with my knees, slipped my shorts down. They fell to the floorboard around my ankles. Now my dick raised its head as if to look around. It must have liked what it saw with its single eye; it stretched up even taller and fuller. I gave it an approving stroke. Derek gazed at it with appreciation. "That's a nice one," he commented lamely. His hand stroked his own cock slowly, but his eyes were fixed on mine. It swelled to maximum girth, pleased to be so admired.
Now we were beginning to climb another hill, and I swung out to pass the trucker again. He was prepared for us as we pulled up beside his cab. He was practically hanging out the side of the cab for the best view. I had to tap the brake to keep from going on around him; I wanted to stay beside him for awhile. Derek reclined his seat about halfway and just lay there, exhibiting his full length to the driver's scrutiny, stroking his pretty dick. I slid my seat back as far as possible from the steering wheel to leave maximum space for my own crotch massaging. I could no longer see the driver's face, but Derek filled me in. "This guy is really drooling," he chortled. "He wants some cock really bad!"
"He's not the only one," I responded without thinking.
But Derek just grinned. "No, he isn't," he answered.
The next thing I knew, Derek had rolled over toward my side of the van and, hands resting on the edge of my seat, stuck his head into my lap. He shifted his left knee under him on his own seat, and lifted his ass up to the window, practically in the trucker's face. I felt his wet mouth close around my eager cock head. Then followed smooth, warm, gentle tonguing all the way up and down the shaft of my meat, down onto my balls, and back up again. Then the whole sausage slid down Derek's gullet, and he began to rise and fall on it rhythmically. I groaned with pleasure. Leaning over a little, I peered up at our voyeur friend. His mouth hung open and his tongue lolled in sympathetic imitation of Derek's enjoyment.
We stayed right by the truck while Derek sucked me off, which did not take as long as I would have liked. The pleasure was so intense, amplified by the stranger watching, that I soon shot a load of heavy cream all over Derek's mouth and face. He licked my cock clean, and sat up, turning toward the trucker with a big smile, white cum globbed on his cheek. I chuckled, thinking that the cab of that truck was probably dripping with the same kind of stuff by now.
Having had enough of blocking the whole road, I pulled on around the truck and took the lead again. As I re-entered the lane in front of the trucker, I looked through my rear view mirror. I could see his shirt going up over his head in a quick movement. Now below the grinning beard, I could also see a pair of broad bare shoulders and a furry chest. His arms were below, out of sight, but he was intent on doing something. Then he held up a pair of jeans, belt dangling. He was engaging in the sincerest form of flattery.
"Our buddy has stripped down back there," I said to Derek, who turned to look. "If we pull over, he will, too. Do you have any desire to see the inside of a Mack cab?"
"Seen one already," was his response. "He's big and bearish for me, anyway," he continued in a moment. "I think I like what I've got going here better."
As a matter of fact, I did, too. I stepped on the gas and pulled away from the horny bear. Derek and I cruised along contentedly for awhile, both naked as jaybirds, both enjoying it immensely.
It wasn't long before we entered another heavy downpour, though, and I had to slow to a crawl again. The windows began to fog with humidity. I saw an exit ramp, and decided to take it. We were in the middle of nowhere now, but I could dimly make out a gas station at the interchange, no cars visible in the lot, and headed for it. Pulling onto the pavement, I saw with joy that it was an abandoned station, all boarded up. I pulled over to the far side of the lot and stopped the van. "Why don't we take a break and move to the back?" But Derek was already moving. He had his ass planted on the rear seat and his legs spread as they had been earlier before I could even get the van in park. I could hardly blame him. It was past his turn for a good blow job, and I would be only too happy to do the dirty deed for him.
I slid from the seat and slipped through to the back.
My own cock was no longer at full attention, but I am immodest enough to be well aware of what an alluring display it could still make, dangling provocatively as I moved. Derek was breathing pretty fast, his dick rising to his navel. As I approached, I could see a large drop of pre-cum at the opening. I knelt between his knees and grasped his dick in one hand and his balls in the other, gently massaging. His eyes closed, his head fell back, and he exhaled in a long sigh of pleasure. Then I leaned down and took the drop of juice onto the tip of my tongue. I felt his hands on the sides of my head. They pulled my face down toward his crotch. I opened my mouth wide and let him guide it onto his stiff rod. I slid down on him as deep as I could go, feeling his dick-head bump my tonsils as it eased by them. Then I pulled back again all the way, savoring the smoothness and silkiness of the skin of his manhood. I licked around the head and shaft of the cock, and then surprised him by plunging down on it again suddenly. Up and down I rode relentlessly, while his head lolled backward and he groaned in ecstasy.
Derek held out pretty well for a hot nineteen-year-old who had already been stroking and showing off. But then I detected a change, a new urgency, in his moans. Then I felt the warm liquid of his semen on my tongue.
It dripped from my mouth down his shaft, where I vacuumed it back up again, and onto his balls, where I soon got around to sucking it up. While I was at it I gave his scrotum a good tongue bath, and licked down his perineum to that cute little brown asshole. Derek had slid his hips far out onto the bench seat to give me free access to his entire poopdeck. I lavished attention upon it to his enormous gratification.
"I want you to fuck me," Derek croaked. I was eager to comply. I straddled his hips and leaned past him to reach into the luggage area, raising up on my knees to reach the zipper of my overnight bag and get some lubricant and condoms. That brought my groin up to Derek's face, and he obligingly began to lick and nibble at my dick again. It was quick to respond despite its recent milking. When I had found the jar I was looking for, I pulled back and knelt on the carpet of the van.
Derek slipped from the seat and rolled over, presenting to me his grade A rump roast for basting. It was probably the most appetizing butt I have ever seen, flawless. I dipped a finger into the cream and began to circle the tight anus with the ointment. Then my finger took an exploratory dive inside. Then it went deeper, continuing to circle. Derek let down his defenses and opened himself to me. Now two fingers entered side by side. They pumped slowly. I felt the sphincter relax, ready for action. I slipped a rubber onto my cock and massaged it into full erection. Then I pressed its head against Derek's bung hole and felt the pleasing pop as it squeezed through. From Derek there came only a low "umph" sound; he tilted his pelvis up toward me to maximize penetration and braced himself against the seat for the onslaught. His anus was snug, but opened wide to my entrance. I pushed in further until my hips touched his buns. For a few moments I remained there, wiggling around just slightly to familiarize his ass with the size of me. Then I slid out gently just to the cock-head and began to pump him slowly.
Derek became surprisingly voluble while being fucked.
He was a real talker in the sack. "Go harder," he began. "Fuck me really good. I want to feel that big cock all the way up me. Go for it. Pump it. Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me," he droned on as I thrust with greater and greater vigor. With such vocal encouragement, I was soon giving that firm butt a very considerable pounding, and I could just imagine how his guts were receiving the slimy length of my great ass-ripping tool. I began to wonder if I might be bruising his buttocks like a paddling. But he continued to beg for it.
Having already taken some of the pressure off my nuts with my earlier orgasm, I was able to fuck Derek hard for a good half hour. By the time I finished with a triumphant shout of ejaculation, he and I were both dripping with sweat, and I was grunting and groaning as loud as he. I slowed my stroking to match the spurts of my cumming, driving the jizz deep within my partner's bowels. Then I collapsed across his muscular, sweaty back, both of us resting, my thick meat still inside him. Gradually, it began to subside until finally his outraged sphincter expelled it of its own will in order to begin the healing of his violated intestine. It dangled exhausted between our legs, both his and mine, slightly brown-stained but greatly relieved.
"Man, that should do me for awhile," were Derek's first words. "Have you ever had an anal orgasm? I've just had three." I slipped off of him and twisted around to sit on the floor beside him, leaning against the seat. Picking up my tee shirt from the floor nearby, I mopped the sweat from my face and torso, then handed it to Derek, who did the same. I tossed aside the slimy rubber. He sat beside me gingerly, mindful of how he placed his asshole. We were both breathing pretty hard.
I don't know how it started, but suddenly I realized that we were kissing deeply. Derek had his arms around my chest and back, and his tongue was exploring mine. We slid down onto the carpet and lay entwined, making out. Our hands moved up and down one another's bodies, caressing, feeling, massaging. This went on for quite a while. Then Derek began to kiss and lick my chest, neck, underarms. He scooped into the jar of love cream and reached around under my cock and balls, feeling for my hole within my crack. I felt the cool cream and the slim, firm finger as he tantalizingly tickled and explored that hypersensitive region. Meanwhile, he continued to kiss me lasciviously. The finger and the tongue simultaneously dived deeper.
I opened both ends to his welcome intrusion. He rolled me the rest of the way over onto my back and continued his assault lying across my chest, his hand descending over my abdomen and crotch to the nether regions which he fingered more and more insistently. I was ready for something larger. I handed him a condom, which he unrolled unto his dick. As he shifted around to come at me from underneath, I drew up my knees to my tits and spread my feet for him. My heels rested on his shoulders as he knelt at my proffered backside, guiding his missile, fully armed and targeted, at my bulls-eye. I felt the greasy tip of it touch my rectum. Then I felt the hole widen involuntarily but agreeably as he pushed inside. He lay his pubes across my testicles and placed his chest on mine, his head next to my head, and he began to thrust into me.
Derek answered the extended fucking I had given him with a heavy and serious one of his own. He nibbled sporadically at my ear as he humped me into a lather of mutual sweat and love juices on the carpeted floor of the van. My sphincter muscle protested a little at first, but soon relaxed and submitted itself to the intrusion. After what seemed hours, Derek began to pant and gasp, increased his hunching momentum, and shot a load of sperm butter into the latex inside me. He cried out loudly with pleasure as he pumped spurt after spurt.
He continued to lie on top of me for several minutes afterward, neither of us able or inclined to move. After awhile, though, he sort of slid off, greased by sweat, and lay beside me, his head on my slick chest. The rain outside had slackened considerably while we were fucking. But now the bottom fell out again, and a heavy torrent fell upon the van with its fogged-over windows. "Let's wash," suggested Derek. He sat up and popped the handle on the side door, then slid toward it and stood up outside. Stepping just a couple of feet from the vehicle, he was doused by the cool deluge. "Man, feels good," he moaned, turning his face up into the downpour. I crawled over to the door and stepped out also. We were at the back of the asphalt lot, next to an overgrown field, in the heavy rain entirely invisible to the world. I felt the chilly raindrops envelope me and moved out to stand beside Derek.
I am several inches taller than he. To embrace and kiss him I had to lean down a bit, but it was a comfortable match, he with his face upturned toward mine, his arms around me and his hands on my butt. We stood kissing in the cool rain for several minutes, then took turns rubbing the water over one another's bodies to wash away the sweat as if we were in a shower together.
After awhile, we reluctantly re-entered the van and drove off into the diminishing rain, defroster blasting to dry our wet bodies and clear our fogged windows. We continued nude and sexually sated all the way to the town where I was to stay the night. If other truckers noticed us naked in our seats as our vehicles passed, I was never aware of it.
At the hotel, we put on enough clothing to check in and go to a room. It was decided almost without words that Derek would stay the night with me and head out on his way the next morning. We took a real shower together, ordered room service, and settled in for a night of romance and a regular fuck and suck festival. Ah, but that is another story.