A Horny Hitchhiker
I was standing on the motorway slip road waiting for a free lift anywhere in the direction of Scotland. It was not my luckiest day. I had been waiting hopefully for nearly an hour and nobody had stopped.
Then, quite suddenly, the sky clouded over and I was drenched with a burst of torrential rain. It was dreadful and my body was soon soaked to the skin and I felt very, very miserable. Why hadn’t I stayed at home in the States this summer, I thought to myself? The English weather was so unpredictable.
The rain stopped leaving my long blond hair bedraggled. I was only twenty-two and stood six-feet-two. My soaking T-shirt stuck to my well-developed torso. Water dribbled down from my cut-down jeans and matted the hair on my long slender legs. I must have looked a very sorry sight. Then my luck changed and a Jaguar slowed down and a handsome guy in his thirties offered me a lift.
“Do you have a change of clothes?” the guy asked me and I nodded.
“I have a towel in my suitcase,” he went on.
He opened the boot and handed me a large fluffy towel and I took a pair of shorts and a dry T-shirt out of my backpack. The guy drove off as I whipped off my wet shirt and dried my chest and back. Then I slipped out of my dripping shorts and the guy caught sight of my twelve-inch cock and gulped with excitement.
I knew that the guy had the hots for me and I dried my legs deliberately slowly so as to leave my cock exposed to him for as long as it took for him to make a move.
“I’d like to suck that dick of yours,” the guy whispered to me.
“Why not?” I said. “It’s free of charge to a good looker like you.”
The guy left the motorway at the next junction and parked in a quiet lane.
“My name’s Richard,” he said taking my cock in his hand and I told him that my name was Hank.
My cock was now poker stiff. He pulled back its foreskin and licked the pre-cum that had already oozed out of it.
“You taste special,” he whispered before he took my meat in his mouth and sucked me hard.
I groaned with pleasure as he sucked me harder and harder.
“Go for it!” I cried with my hands on his head forcing more of my throbbing cock into his mouth.
He grabbed my low hung balls and squeezed them gently. Then my cock pulsated four times in orgasm and my cum filled his mouth. He kept on sucking me until my cock was completely spent.
He sat up and I licked my cum off his chin before giving him a deep grateful kiss. I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his huge swollen cock.
It was dripping with pre-cum. I sucked it for a few seconds before it spurted into my mouth and I felt his body tremble with rapture. I sucked on and on until he groaned in ecstasy.
After I had put on my dry clothes, Richard rejoined the motorway.
“Where will you stay tonight?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “It depends on where I end up.”
“You can stay at my place,” he offered. “My wife is visiting her mother for a few days. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”
“That’d be great,” I replied. “I’d like to get to know you better.”
He squeezed my arm.
About an hour later, Richard left the motorway again and headed for his home in the country.
“You’ve got a swell place,” I said as we swished into his drive.
“Yes,” he said, “I’ve been lucky in life.”
“Can I use your shower?” I asked him when we got inside with our bags.
We climbed the stairs together and he showed me the bathroom.
“Don’t be too long,” he said with a smile, “I’m getting horny for you again.” Richard went into his bedroom and stripped off.
After my shower, I watched him admiring his naked body in a mirror. Although he was about thirty-two, he had kept his body in good shape. His chest, arms, legs and crotch were covered in jet-black hair. His ten-inch cock was already stiff again thinking about my firm young body. He pulled back his foreskin and squeezed his moist purple helmet. I wanted to fuck him badly.
His body shivered with joy as he felt my huge cock slide between his legs as I hugged him from behind. My cock was burning hot.
“Do you have some jelly?” I whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you when I fuck you.”
He found some in a drawer and spread it lovingly all over my dick and I squeezed some into Richard’s hole and fingered it in.
“Bend over,” I whispered, “I want to get this meat deep inside you.”
Richard placed his hands on his knees and bent down as I tugged at his dangling balls. I steadied myself with my hand on one of his hips and I pointed my cock with the other into his hole. It slipped in quite easily and I realized that Richard must have been fucked many times before. I pulled him towards me until my cock was completely inside his rectum and jerked his dribbling dick. He groaned ecstatically.
“Squeeze my cock,” I whispered as I started to fuck him with long, slow strokes and I sighed joyfully as his ass tightened around my dick.
I stopped now and again to prolong the shag for as long as possible and pulled at Richard’s balls and cock.
“Give me the works,” he whispered to me and I fucked him faster and faster with our balls clashing together after each inward lunge.
Within a few seconds I lost control and he felt my cock throb inside him as it spouted my cream deep inside him. A few more lunges and my whole body shivered with bliss.
I withdrew my sticky cock from Richard’s hole and we stood up and kissed each other greedily.
“You can fuck me now,” I whispered fondling his hot cock.
“Lie down on the bed,” Richard said “I want to fuck you face to face.”
I opened my bent up legs wide and Richard lay down on me and kissed me lovingly. Then he raised himself up on his hands and I guided his prick into my hole.
“You’re so tight inside,” he cried out excitedly and he started fucking me uncontrollably.
Only a dozen or so quick deep lunges were enough to make his cock spurt and tingle. He withdrew his wet dick and warm cum trickled out of my hairy hole. Then I pulled his trembling body to mine and I kissed him over and over again.
An hour or so later we had showered and were enjoying a meal together in Richard’s upmarket kitchen. We were both completely naked.
“I keep on getting the feeling that I’ve seen you before,” he said eventually.
“Do you surf the Net?” I asked him.
“Yes, I do every night. Mainly for gay pictures to jerk myself off on,” he replied.
“Take me to your computer and I’ll show you something special,” I said quietly.
We sat down in his study and dialed up the Internet. I called up a free homoerotic site and twenty thumbnail pictures of me appeared. Richard sucked air.
“You’re a stud,” he said in surprise. “That’s where I’ve seen you before!”
He enlarged a picture of me fucking a young well-hung black guy.
“What was he like?” Richard asked.
“He had a very tight ass,” I replied. “I must have fucked him three or four times that afternoon.”
Richard got up and stood astride my naked body.
“Suck me,” he whispered pleadingly and I took his rampant dick inside my mouth and sucked him hard.
Then he sat down on me and I felt my cock slide completely inside him. I gave him several deep wet kisses as he raised and lowered his body.
“That’s heavenly,” I whispered in his ear. “Take your time; I want this fuck to go on forever.”
And it did in a way. Richard sends me tickets to visit him from the States twice a year when his wife is going to be out of the way.
England is a great place to visit - whatever the weather.
Let me know if you’ve been given a lift by some horny guy and what happened to you. E-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org.