========================================================================= There is no intention of knocking guys who are poor, not bright, or from the Ozarks. This story is entirely made up during a wet dream. It is for older guys (or gals) who have knocked off at least 18 years of life.
If you do not fit these categories....leave now and good luck. =========================================================================
Hick Dick
I have a fully paid education at Cal Tech. It's a good thing because my Mom has very little money to spare. She makes it along and raised me and my little brother. My father split as soon as she was "with child" and hasn't been seen since. Good!
I just finished spring break. I didn't go to Florida or Mexico, I went home to spend time with my Mom and brother. First of all I get no help with college except the tuition. I work at a restaurant near Cal Tech. This trip home to Mom was accomplished by thumb. I had some interesting adventures coming home. I'll write another story sometime about college guys hitchhiking. In any event, my visit was over. We live in Charlotte North Carolina. I packed to leave and my Mom said, "Please do not hitchhike. It's dangerous these days." She handed me about $50 and said I should take a bus. Of course she is thinking of twenty years ago. You can't go coast to coast on $50. but I said I would. I figured that I could use it for food and perhaps a final night on the road, I could check into a motel.
I started off early in the morning. It was a cool, beautiful day. A day perfect for thumbing. I had luck almost immediately from an older man who was a salesman. He was very nice and told me I could rest in the back seat if I was tired. I usually get picked up. I'm young looking for twenty and my innocent face and clean closes usually do the trick.
He dropped me off after he turned to another route. It was just getting dark. I had knocked off over 800 miles. As I thumbed on the side of the road, my backpack on the ground next to me, I saw another kid with his thumb out, about a city block in front of me. He waved and smiled. The next car stopped for me. I told the driver that there was another kid just up ahead. "No sir, one of you is enough. I've seen that trick before. That's why I carry a gun." Holy crow, I thought. What did I get into. As we passed the kid I shouted that I tried but he only would take one. "That's OK", the kid shouted back. I don't know if he believed me. I got a good look at him. He seemed to be about my age.
A cute face, pug nose and straw colored hair peaking out of his farmer, straw hat. He looked like something out of "Tom Sawyer."
This driver was very quiet and when I tried a little conversation, he didn't take me up. He just grunted. Usually the time passes faster with a little conversation. This ride lasted until the sun was just coming up, maybe about six hours. It sure was boring. He let me off at the spot that the Interstate continued. He take a different route. I sat be the side of the road, on my backpack. A car, which I hoped was my next ride, stopped and let that kid I had seen before, out of the car. The car followed the same side, county road, my lift had. The kid walked up to me. "Howdy, we both had good rides, longuns." He smiled like a bashful kid. "What say we team up. It'll make the trip seem easier." I told him that it was OK with me but I wanted him to know that I really tried to get him in on that ride back there.
He asked me if I had a good ride. I told him about Silent Sam. "How was yours?" I asked. "I think he was a fruit " Warning bells rang in my ears. I haven't had more than two sexual events in my life. One with a girl and one with a guy in my dorm. "What did he do?" I asked. This boy laughed. "Only just asked me if I wanted a blow job." "Wow," I said. "What did you do." Clayton, his name I found out later when I introduced myself Frank, I told him yes, for a hundred bucks. "That quieted the cheap bastard." I asked him what he would do if the guy whipped out a hundred dollar bill. "What would you do?" He asked me. I guess I hesitated a blink too soon. He laughed, put his arm around my should, squeezed and laughed. "I guess you have a little taste for adventure."
We idled away the time. No luck. Several cars passed us by. I do think they don't like to pick up two guys. At last an old truck wheezed along and stopped. He offered to let us sit in the back. He was going pretty far. My companion was going to California also. This truck would get us up to Arizona. The trip was long and dusty. Having to brace ourselves against the swaying of the old truck was exhausting. When we got near the spot the guy was going to let us off, I asked Clay, "Do you have any money. Maybe we can split for a cheap motel room and get cleaned up for the last leg of the trip." He said he could spare five dollars. I told him that was good enough. It would almost cover half.
After we climbed out of the truck, we both saw motel about a quarter mile on. A neon sign flashed $12.00 a single room. I went in the office. "Any vacancies?" "Are you kidding? We are empty tonight." I made a pitch that the two of us could get a room for the single price. He agrees. Clay was waiting outside. "OK, grab you stuff. It's room #5."
Clay had a little bedroll with perhaps a change in it. He had said that he was going to California to get one of those grape picking jobs. I took my backpack and we entered the room. It was bare bones, but there was a TV and a double bed. He smelled a little musty. I figured it would be OK for one night but Clay was thrilled with it. "I never been in a motel before. This is really great."
"Who wants the shower first?" I asked. He said he'd always wanted to take a shower. Could he go first. He disappeared into the bathroom and I fiddled with the TV. Finally I got a snowy picture of "Gilligan's Island." rerun. I was getting a little sleepy when Clay emerged from the bathroom, His towel around his neck. If this was Hollywood, the lights would have come up and the music swell. This boy was fabulous. He may have had a dumb, face, red from the sun, dull, squinty eyes from too many close relatives in his families past, but his body was ivory white, perfectly formed. He must have noticed my stare. "Did I take the wrong towel? That shower was fine. I don't think I've ever been so clean."
"You are really built," I said. It must have sounded nuts. I moved closer to him. He looked at my a little slyly, I knew expression I hadn't seen cross his innocent face before. "Think so? I didn't know. My Daddy tells us never to be vain and look at our neked body in a mirror."
"Oh you are missing something," I told him. "Those pecs are what every guy wants."
"Want to feel 'em?" Stroking them, his nubs raising. "Yes," I said, almost in a dream."
"Tell you what," he said, moving toward his ruck sack. "I've got some smooth hooch here, Daddy's best. What say we have a few swallows. Then we'll see what happens."
The stuff was smooth but very potent. He seemed to be able to take a big swallow each time. I took as much as I could get down each time without spitting it out. In a matter of about twenty minutes I was pretty loaded. He just seemed to grin a little crookedly as the only sign he felt it and the redness of his face began to spread on his white smooth chest.
I began to have the nerve. "You said I could feel them. Can I now?"
"Sure," he said soothingly. "Enjoy."
I reach out and gentle squeezed one of his breasts and then flicked my finger over his nipple. "Hey, quit that. It makes me feel like I'm a girl." I stopped. I noticed we were both breathing a little heavy. "Did you and your buddies at college every try corn holing?"
I knew what he was referring to. "I'm not too experienced in any kind of sex," I told him, "But if you like to be "corn holed" as you call it, I guess I could."
He laughed. Quite evilly I thought and drew back his arm and gave me a stinking slip on my cheek. "What do you think I am college boy, a queer. I'm talking about me fucking you. And to start off, get on your knees and suck me until I'm hard."
I was still stung by the slap and frightened at the turn of events. He pushed heavily on my shoulders and I sank down on me knees. "Get me hard," he ordered. He pushed forward until his penis was in front of my face. He was uncircumcised. It was a beautiful cock, pure white and smooth...not too large. I had only done this once. I licked him. He breathed heavily, "Get to it gay boy." I took it into my mouth.
It tasted clean from the shower he had just taken. He slapped me again, not as hard a before. "Come on, get to work, get me off and I'll give you a little present of my cum." he laughed at his joke. I began to lick and suck. I wanted to get him off quickly. I tickled his balls. I deep throated him. He was now moaning and patting me on the head. "Doin' good kiddo, keep it up. I take a long time to cum and I may not even decide to come in your mouth."
Ten or twelve minutes passed. My jaw was aching. I wasn't having any fun at all. I began to feel, finally that he was getting closer. Suddenly he pulled out, and shouted in my ear, "Get ready to be fucked." I meekly lay on my back and lifted my legs. "Not like that. I"ve no queer. We do it the same way we do the sheep. I hope your hole feels as good."
He put his spit slicked cock at my ass hole. "It looks ready," he said. "Hold on, we coming through." He pushed more gently than I would expect. Gradually he slipped in. I felt weird, very full, like I had a load of shit up my poop. He began to move slowly. It began to feel interesting, then sexy. I began to hump back at him. "You like it don't you? I knew you was a ass fuck queen the minute I saw you. Now howl."
He was right. I began to mewl and moan. I was a pig. Finally I heard myself tell him to fuck me hard. He began to move quicker. He was rasping and gasping. Suddenly he stopped for a moment, then cried out that he was cumming in "My fairy ass." I felt like my insides were being pelted with cum as he climaxed over and over. At last he pulled out and fell on his side. When his breathing quieted down he said, "Damn, I think I'm going to take another one of those showers." He grabbed the towel and then turned back to me, "You can jack off if you wish. It makes me no never mind."
When he came out, I didn't speak to him, I went into the bathroom and got the shower going. There was no more hot water but I soaped up any way. I wondered how I'd be able to share a bed with him. As I came into the room, I realized that I didn't need to worry about it. He was gone, so was my backpack and so was my $50.00.
I didn't get mad. I learned a lesson about who to trust. But I got a great fucking to the bargain.
======That's it. Hope you like it. Jay Roberts