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The Hitcher, A True Story (mm)
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The Hitcher....A True Story

    It was a pleasant January night in South Florida and I
was out just riding around in my car . . . checking things
out . . . which is one of my favorite pastimes. The
tourist season hadn't really started yet and things were
rather dull around Fort Lauderdale so, I thought that I
would take U.S. Route 1 down to Miami. It wasn't as quick
as taking the Interstate, but usually a bit more
interesting. I didn't know it yet but this particular
night, it was going to be a lot more interesting than
usual.

    I was almost to the city limits when I came upon this
young, slim, but well proportioned, good looking guy, who
was hitchhiking. He looked to be about 18 or 19 years old
and had shoulder length sun-bleached blonde hair, was
about 5'8" tall and looked from a distance like your
typical Florida surfer boy.

    I pulled over and he jumped into the car flashing me
an incredibly cute smile saying, "Thanks" as he slammed
the door behind him. I asked where he was headed for and
he told me Hollywood, which was about ten miles ahead, or
halfway to Miami.

    I said, "no problem" and pulled back out into the
light traffic. I introduced myself and he told me his name
was Chris. He seemed a bit shy, so I took the initiative
of striking up a conversation. Chris offered polite
answers but didn't really expand beyond supplying the
precise information requested.

    Before long, Chris started to relax and became more
conversational. I would get glimpses of his exceptionally
handsome face from the headlights as we passed oncoming
cars. "God this kid is cute!" I thought to
myself. The oncoming cars kept lighting up his face but
the street lights would light up his lap as he sat in the
seat next to me. My eyes kept flashing from the road, to
his face, to his crotch, depending on the angle of the
light.

    My first glance toward his crotch caused me to emit a
controlled gasp, and a wave of excitement tingled through
my whole body. There was an outline of a huge shaft which
had slipped down the leg of his jeans. It rivaled that of
my boyhood buddy whose nickname in school was "Big Dick."
This had nothing to do with his name which was Don, or his
5'7" height or weight of 155 lbs. It was a tribute to
having the largest dick in the school of 1100 students and
was fully ten inches when hard. He wasn't afraid to show
it either, he was pretty proud of it but that's another
story.

    Chris told me he had been living with his father in
Daytona, but they didn't get along too well so he left,
and thumbed to Hollywood to live with his mother for a
while. He said that he had been in Fort Lauderdale looking
for a job. The more I looked at that beautiful face of his
and that overstuffed right pant leg the hornier I got. I
could think of a job I would like to offer him right away
but I got the feeling that was not what he had in mind.

    We were getting close to Hollywood, and if there was
going to be any chance of this being anything more than
me giving this guy a ride home, and a missed opportunity,
I knew that I should give some sort of hint or something.

    I decided to dive into this subject with both feet
because if I didn't he would soon be out of the car and on
his way. I swallowed hard, composed myself and then sort
of matter-of-factly mentioned that there was quite a bulge
there in his pants and he must be hung like a bull.

    I thought that I had blown it, when in the lights I
could see a look of shock come across his face which was
gradually replaced by a look of total embarrassment. He
gave a nervous sounding giggle and stuttered that he had
been told that before, but never by a guy. I asked if he
would mind if we fooled around a little. There was dead
silence for what seemed like a full minute. I thought he
was about to get real pissed or demand that I pull over
and tell me to let him out of the car. He looked straight
ahead so he would not have to look me in the eye and his
shaking voice said,"What do you mean, what would I have to
do?" I suggested that we jerk each other off (I really
wanted a lot more, but I didn't want to push it and scare
him away) as this opportunity I was offering was obviously
uncharted territory for him.

    He smiled slightly and said, "I don't know, I never
did anything with a guy before." I continued to be as
persuasive as I knew how. Finally he agreed to let me jerk
him off if I would give him ten bucks, but he said he did
not want to do anything to me. I decided that ten bucks
was the least I could do considering he was out of work
and all; besides I wanted to get my hands on that huge
dick which lay there in his pants teasing my every
sensuality. He also told me he didn't have much time as
his Mom was expecting him by 11PM.

    The only place which seemed private enough was this
open field we drove by, so I swung into the entrance road
and  drove to the far end, away from the highway, and
stopped, turned off the lights and killed the engine.

    I reached over and ran my hand over the huge bulge in
his pant leg. I squeezed it, learning that this thing
was every bit as huge as it looked and it wasn't even hard
yet. I could only imagine what it would be like hard. I
unbuttoned his jeans and first felt the base of it through
his white boxer trunks. I was impressed by it's thickness
which seemed as big as my wrist. My excitement heightened
and I gave a quick feel through the fly of his shorts then
anxious to get my hands on the whole thing I ran my hand
over the top of the waistband and slipped my searching
fingers into his pubic hair. It was not coarse but as fine
and silky as the hair on his head and his skin was as soft
as a baby's butt. This was no baby though, this was a guy
so hot looking, and so well endowed, that I could not
believe how lucky I was tonight, to have this be happening
to me. I again located the base of his shaft and managed
to hook my finger under the still soft member and worked
it back and forth until it finally gave up it's position
in his pant's leg which was no easy task.

    Suddenly this heavy hunk of meat flopped out and was
now laying on his stomach pointed upward toward his chest.
I was a little dis-appointed that he was not getting hard
but soon I could feel it harden in my hands and he slid
his shorts and jeans down around his ankles. This thing
was so big and so beautiful I couldn't believe it. It was
circumcised and cut an impressive outline against his
hairless stomach, his tan line crossed only about half way
up the shaft and his balls and shaft were as hairless as
his stomach. I began to stroke it and could feel it surge
with excitement as Chris started to enjoy what was
happening to him. Needless to say my dick had been hard
since the moment I saw that bulge 30 minutes earlier.

    I had one hand on his throbbing mass and one hand
exploring his almost hairless body and he was
starting to moan and groan a little which heightened my
excitement. I finally went down on his huge cock but I
could hardly get my mouth over much more than the head
without really pushing down hard. The head was pretty big
but only about half as big around as the shaft.

    I raised my mouth off of his dick to capture another
look at that beautiful face of his and place a kiss on his
lips. He didn't really kiss me back, but he didn't fight
it either. It was obvious he was full of emotion. He
mumbled something which I didn't quite get so I asked him
to repeat himself. His voice was very soft and full of
emotion as he repeated nervously "Can I do it to you?" I
was overcome with joy that he wanted to get more involved
and moved his hand onto my already exposed dick. He
started to stroke my dick feverishly as I sucked on his
dick and also took his balls into my mouth.

    Suddenly he pushed my head away from his dick and I
was fearful that he had changed his mind about what we
were doing.  I sat up, prepared to calm his fears but
before I could ask him what was wrong, he dove into my lap
and practically swallowed my dick in his mouth. Now he was
squirming all over the seat, as he moaned and groaned in
the delight of sucking his first dick. I had to reach all
the way around his waist to grab onto his hot, wet,
throbbing prick which was almost touching his chest in his
hunched over position on the car seat.

We were pretty wound up in a feeling of total ecstasy and
we both tensed up and released each others loads
simultaneously onto our stomachs and chests which were now
bare. Somehow in all this we had managed to undo our
shirts without even realizing it. We continued to stroke
each others dicks until we collapsed in total exhaustion,
sort of leaning on each other. We must had stayed that way
for about five minutes and then I produced some tissues
from the back seat and we cleaned each other up. I leaned
over and placed a kiss on the side of his face. He
turned an placed a nice long wet kiss on my mouth which I
gladly returned.

He told me that he had to get going. I said "OK" and we
put our clothing back together. He pulled up his pants but
I managed to get in a goodbye squeeze before he packed it
away. I drove him to the end of his street and he thanked
me for the "unexpected experience" adding that he really
enjoyed it. I already knew that, and told him that he was
one hot dude. He again flashed that cute smile and said,
"Maybe we would meet again." I told him, "I hope so," but
unfortunately we did not exchange phone numbers.

    As I drove away, I watched him start walking down the
side street toward where he said he was living. I suddenly
remembered that I had forgotten to give him the promised
ten bucks. I spun the car around, raced back and turned
down his street but he had disappeared.

We both forgot about the ten bucks, an amount I would have
gladly exchanged for that phone number. I really should
not be so forgetful in the future.

In the following months, I would cruise down his street
whenever I was in the area, I never saw him again, but I
think of him often.
