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From Gilsstorys@aol.com Thu Dec 21 19:00:15 1995 To: man2man@netcom.com
[This author asked that I post the following original story for him:]
STRAIGHT HITCHHIKER (M/M)
It was late August, and I was speeding up I-5 to my cabin in northern California. There in the high country nestled among redwoods, with a commanding view of Mt. Shasta, was my little piece of paradise. I had left smoggy LA before dawn, intent on a week of quiet reflection, before the rigors of teaching commanded all my energy. I was cruising along in my 4x4 pickup, with some Grateful Dead CD's to mellow out the miles.
I pulled off above Sacramento for a bite and some gas, very pleased that it was just early afternoon. As I approached the on ramp to the freeway, I saw a hitchhiker standing with a large backpack propped against his thigh. I had become leery of picking up anybody, with all that was going on, but I thought back a few years ago when I had such difficulty thumbing rides, and I slowed to scope him out. He was clean not scruffy, but what really started to sway me was the way he filled out his tight white teeshirt and jeans. When he put his hands together in prayer and looked skyward as I went past, I grinned and pulled over.
He tossed his pack in the bed and jumped in the cab. "Thanks for stopping man, I've been here for hours", he exclaimed. When I told him that I've always been moved by prayer and winked, he burst out laughing, saying he was getting ready to jump in front of cars.
His name was Jeff. He was going to be a sophomore at UCLA. He had been working long hours at his dad's business, and now had two free weeks before school started, and was heading up to Oregon.
He grinned when I told him I was a teacher, and he would be back out on the highway the next time he mentioned school. He told me that's what he wanted to do, and asked me how I liked it. I gave him the rap about the three best things about teaching: June, July, & August. He roared.
I really liked his open and energetic way, to say nothing of that hard slim body, and I had a spasm of lust when I thought about inviting him up to my cabin and what that might lead to. I asked him why he was traveling alone. He answered that he had had a big falling out with his girlfriend two weeks ago. He was bummed about it, but this trip was an effort to put it behind him. I had another spasm of lust, as I thought how much I would like to put it behind him.
The talk turned to the outdoors, camping, and backpacking, with me laying the groundwork for a possible laisson, by telling him about my cabin and the mountain trails around it. We cruised by Redding, climbing out of the San Joaquin valley, when all of a sudden we came to a standstill. We sat in traffic cursing our luck. For about half an hour, we didn't budge, and we both began to fidget. I noticed Jeff rubbing his shoulder, and thought of a way to make contact.
I killed the engine, and the air conditioned cab slowly turned into a sauna. We both cheered as an ambulence and then a tow truck flashed by on the shoulder. The rising temperature made us start to sweat profusely, and I pulled off my teeshirt hoping Jeff would follow. He did, grimacing as he raised it over his head. I took in that well tanned hairless chest, and felt another spasm of lust as I thought about squeezing those pecs.
"I can see that pack is doing a number on your shoulders and back. Lie across the seat and I'll give you a shiatsu massage," I said. "Great!" Jeff said, and when I got up he lay down. I bent his legs at the knees and straddled his thighs, and leaned forward and gripped his shoulders. "Oh yeah!," Jeff moaned over and over as I worked his muscles. When I saw how sensitive he became as I pressed my thumbs on either side of his vertabrae and worked my way down his back, I began to get hard. I thought about how he might squirm with my hands messaging his cock, and bit my lip. As I rolled my palms around his back, I stared at that tight butt, and thought about squeezing those cheeks.
A loud blast of a horn quickly ended that idea. I looked up and traffic was starting to move. As I turned the ignition, I turned to Jeff and said, "That will be 35 dollars." He smiled and said, "That felt wonderful, you really know how to give a massage." It was now or never. I looked at him intently and said, "if you come up to my cabin, I'll give you an all over massage." Jeff blushed furiously and said, "thanks, but I'm really not into that." I nodded and said, "you don't have to be into anything; just lay back. I really do know how to give a massage." He didn't say anything, but shook his head and looked straight ahead.
"Jeff" I continued. "I've got hot running water. I've got a fireplace. We can climb Shasta. We can talk about anything. Of course, you can always spend the next two weeks on a freeway on-ramp instead." He snorted, but stared straight ahead. "Jeff" I persisted. "If you get freaked out or want to leave for any reason, I'll bring you right back to the freeway. And my bonus offer, I'll even throw in a large pizza with everything!"
He laughed, looked at me for a long time and said softly, "OK, I'd like to think I have an open mind, but...." He stopped in mid sentence.
It was dusk when we reached the cabin. I brought him around back where we watched the last of the suns rays climbing up Mt. Shasta. The mountain air revived us from all those miles, but it began to get cool and we went inside. "You can shower first Jeff, I'll build a fire." I said, giving him a towel and a bathrobe telling him, I'd wash and dry his clothes. He came out obviously refreshed, but nervous, the bathrobe tied tightly around him. "It's my turn to clean up Jeff. Make yourself at home, there's a glass of wine on the table."
The water felt great and my cock rose to its full nine inches when I thought about Jeff. I visualized getting him high, driving him wild, and wondering how far I could get with him.
He was standing looking into the fire his wine glass empty. Wordlessly, I took his glass, and killed all the lights. We both stood gazing into the fire. I wanted the wine to take off his edginess, before I made contact. Finally, I knelt down and placed my hands around one foot at the ankles. I looked up; through the flickering firelight I could see Jeff staring into the fire, his arms tight by his sides, much like a soldier at attention.
My fingers worked up the back of his calf, firmly kneading the taut muscle. I switched to the other foot, positioning myself between his legs. Then I moved to the back of his knees, then under his robe and up the back of his thighs. I looked up; my soldier had closed his eyes. My heart started to pound. My own cock was rockhard. I tugged on the knot of his robe with my teeth, till it came loose. As the robe swung open, Jeff stiffened. "Relax Jeff" I whispered.
I continued to massage the back of his thighs as I brought my head between the folds of his robe to get a good look at his cock. It was bathed in red from the fire and a nice size, as it hung down over his balls. I began to breathe on the head, it quickly rose up. I kissed the tip, getting a loud groan from Jeff.
No doubt about it, Jeff was a hot number. I opened my robe to stroke my cock, and really went after Jeff. I squeezed his balls all the while bathing his cock with my tongue. Then I put my mouth around his cockhead, feeling it throb. I moved my hand to his chest, feeling his heart pounding in rhythm with his throbbing cock. I looked up at Jeff's face. His eyes were shut and his mouth was wide open. I vowed before this week was out, I would have my cock in there. I began to suck his cock. I felt his body tense. His legs came together and he shifted his feet. He was trying to hold back! I released him, once again licking his cock all over, and then stroking his slippery shaft, while pounding my own cock furiously. I put my lips to the tip of his cock, and began drawing on it. I moved my hand to his ass. His cheeks were so tensed I could not get my finger between them. I thought about trying to push my cock between those cheeks and blew my load across the room.
I clamped my mouth over Jeff's cockhead twirling my tongue around the head. Both my hands began working his balls. Jeff started to squirm, but I did not letup. I put my thumb at the base of his cock, feeling his load begin to boil up the shaft. He started to groan loudly, and I looked up to see his contorted face. "I'm coming!" he yelled as his load filled my mouth. He kept moaning as I sucked him dry. "That was incredible!" he gasped, as he pulled away and slumped on the sofa.
We were making our way up a rocky slope, with Jeff in the lead. The views were magnificent, but all I saw was that tight bouncing butt. Last night was a great start, but this morning was even more promising. He had become involved, and a lot less inhibited. During breakfast, I had slipped under the table, quickly opened his robe and took his cockhead in my mouth. How quickly that soft rubbery head had swollen and became rockhard. When I slid my mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, he had grabbed my head and guided me up and down on it, cradling my head after he had given me a load of cream.
I had in mind a swimming hole in a creek, with large smooth granite boulders along it. The creek would be dry this time of year. So the swimming hole would be warm. I had packed along some powerful homegrown weed. Add a little skinny dipping, and know telling what might happen.
We were quite sweaty from the climb when we reached the swimming hole. I wasted no time shucking my clothes, I wanted to catch Jeff's reaction to my big cock. He had been pulling off his boots, but stopped and did a double take when he saw my cock. I started do a series of mock flexes, then imitated an ape by running crouching on my hands and making like I was staking out territory, and finally picked up a pine cone and making like it was a grenade. All the while Jeff was taking in my bouncing cock. I jumped off a rock into the warm water. "Come on Jeff, the waters great," I yelled. I lay back watching him undress, playing with myself. When he bent over to collect his clothes, I got a great view of his ass, and his smooth balls hanging between his legs.
We sat in the water about five feet apart. I looked over and asked, "Does this beat LA?" "This really beats LA" replied Jeff. "Glad you came?"
"Really glad I came" "Did you enjoy what happened between us?" Silence, then Jeff looked over at me and said "Yes" "There can be more Jeff. Don't forget I'm a teacher." Silence.
I got out and went to my knapsack and got my homegrown weed and rolled a joint. Nothing but flowertops, a few hits would make a monk horny. I called to Jeff to come out and get high. Standing naked face to face, we passed the joint back and forth. High and excited that we were all alone in the middle of nowhere, my cock rose and stuck straight out. "Look Jeff, I've got someone whose eager to meet you." I said. Jeff looked down and dropped the joint in shock. "I'm not sure he's welcome around these parts", he answered. "If you got to know him well, you'd love him." Ianswered smiling. "I don't think I'm ready to take that course, teacher", he said. "What a shame. You've got the potential to be my best student." We both started laughing from this mind game, and lay down to sunbathe on a warm boulder.
I got up for a snack, and looked down at Jeff. He was laying on his stomach. I got so incredibly horny looking at his creamy white ass. I racked my brain for a way to get my hands on him so I could drive him wild and tease him into submission. Then it hit me, sunscreen! I ran to my knapsack. When I got back with the tube, I told Jeff about the dangers of radiation, and that I'd better put some sunscreen on his butt.
I knelt down between his thighs, and spilled some lotion on each cheek. Jeff barely stirred, and murmurred contentedly when I began to spread the lotion around with my fingers. I palmed his firm buns, squeezing and stroking them more firmly. I spread them apart, and my cock started to throb as I took in his hairless crack, and tight little anus. I bent over and ran my tongue up and down his crack, and then under his ass to his balls. Jeff twitched and shifted from my tongueing. As I continued licking his balls, I began to press my thumbs around his anus. Then I took my forefinger and pushed it in to the first knuckle. How hard he tightened down on it! I continued licking Jeff's balls till the pressure on my finger eased, and then started twisting it around. Jeff groaned. I felt more pressure on my finger, but slowly worked it in and around. When I really started working him good, he began to move his ass against my finger, and I knew he was prepared for something much bigger. I would have liked to raise Jeff up on his knees for a better angle to enter him, but he was lying there passively, and moving him could ruin everything. I poured the lotion on my cock, and chuckled to myself that I didn't have to worry about radiation where I was going. I lay on his back, pinning his arms to his sides with mine. I had him between a rock and a hard place!
Jeff stiffened when he felt my big cock pushing against his anus. I rocked back and forth, each time with a little more pressure. My cockhead stretching him open, felt wonderful. Finally his anus gave way, and I was in. I stopped moving, loving the tightness around my cockhead. I pulled out, letting Jeff rest. And then went back in a little deeper. Slowly I went in and out, always a little bit farther, always stopping to enjoy the incredible tightness around my cock. Finally I was all the way in, and I rolled my hips around, trying to hit that sweet spot deep up Jeff's ass. I felt my balls tighten, I made one final thrust, determined that Jeff would get all of my cock, as I filled his bowels with my cum.
Here we were in the shower together, the end of a glorious day. He still was reluctant to touch me, so I did the lathering for both of us. In no time both of our cocks were at attention. I wanted more of that tight ass so I moved around behind him. I knew all I had to do was touch his balls, and that ass was mine, and very quickly with one hand around his chest and one hand hefting his balls, I was moving up into him. I began to work his cock, which made the pressure on my cock even tighter. When Jeff started wiggling around. I just leaned against the shower wall, pulling and twisting his cock, while he danced around on mine. When he really started moving against my cock, I opened the shower door, grabbed his hips and pushed his head forward, and started fucking him hard. The slapping sound of my wet hips on Jeff's wet ass, and his cries, made me pump him still faster. He screamed out "I'm cumming!' and I went over the edge. We lay together on the floor gasping.
The week shot by. Jeff's cock was constantly against my throat, and my cock was constantly up his ass. The last night, we were standing naked together before the fire, and I engaged him in a little follow the leader. We got to the point of fondling each other, but when I got up from kneeling down and briefly tasting him. He looked at me and said softly, "I just can't".
The next morning, I told him the place was all his for his second week if he wanted it, that we had shared a lot of ourselves emotionally, and of course physically, and that I trusted him. I gave him my LA phone number, telling him what we did can end right here, but that I'd always like to see him in any capacity. "I'll keep this" he said, in a voice full of emotion. We hugged and said goodby.
Bill Gilsstorys@aol.com