Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2004 19:46:10 GMT
From: jackson5311@juno.com
Subject: Lost My Car Keys

The following is a true account of an incident that happened when I was
hitch hiking home from college.  I had lost my car keys on a fraternity
canoe trip and since it was a weekend, it was easier to hitchhike to my
parents to retrieve a spare set than going through an auto dealer and
having a duplicate made.  Anyway, home was just a couple of hours away and
I got rides pretty easy because I was a clean cut college guy and probably
not very threatening to look at.  I'm just 5'7" 140lbs and considered
fairly good-looking for a little guy.  It took about 4 rides and I made it
to the countryside several miles from where my parents lived.  I was
walking for about a mile on a country rode and didn't see any cars.  After
awhile, I heard a truck coming down the gravel road creating a small dust
cloud.  It was a semi and the driver pulled over and leaned out the window,
surprised and laughing because he knew me.  It was a guy Joe (not his real
name) who I knew from high school.  Although I didn't know him well, we had
some friends in common from previous years before I left for college.  Joe
said he'd give me a ride to a phone so I could call someone to pick me up.
He said he was on his way to an elevator to empty the grain he was hauling,
which was about an hours drive from where we were.  He also invited me to
ride along and said he could use the company.  Since no one was expecting
me at home I decided to ride along with him.  It was the first time I'd
ridden in a semi and I was a little intrigued.  Like many guys from my
home, Joe farmed with his family and also earned extra money hauling crops
for farmers.  A little about Joe, he was about 6' and weighed around
175lbs.  I always thought he was a good-looking guy (I'm bi but lean toward
guys now) because he stayed really built from working his farm.  I had to
go to the gym to get develop my physique (and still do).  The other thing
about Joe was that he was a serious druggie at this time.  I knew this
because I had also been pretty involved in drugs in high school.  Something
about Joe made me think he'd probably ruin his mind and body one day due to
using pretty heavy.  I knew a lot of guys on the same path.  For me, it was
much more recreational.  Anyway, he had beers in a cooler in the truck's
sleeper and we drank several of those during our ride to the elevator.
(Yeah, drinking and driving is stupid and driving a semi drunk is really
stupid.)  Once we arrived at our destination, Joe indicated we had to wait
in line with the other rigs until it was our turn to dump his load.  I
think we probably had three more beers because our wait was several hours
before we were able to drive up to the lift.  Once we dumped the grain (it
may have been soy beans), Joe said he better not try to drive his rig
anymore because we had gotten pretty buzzed.  He said we could continue to
party and spend the night in his rig.  He indicated we could park in a
gravel lot adjacent to the elevator until morning.  This sounded good to me
because I was into getting fucked up with him.  This occurred in 1981 where
drinking, smoking pot and doing other drugs was pretty common among my old
crowd and that's pretty much how we spent the next couple of hours.  I
think I probably dropped out first by finally pulling off my shirt and
pants, climbing into the sleeper and in effect, passing out.  I probably
woke around 4:00 in the morning because my hand was asleep and it started
to hurt.  The sleeper was totally dark but I could barely make out the
silhouette of Joe lying face down, shirtless and in his jeans.  He must
have rolled over onto my arm and my hand was pressed between the mattress
and his hips and crotch.  Instinctively I started to pull my hand back to
relieve the pressure so I could go back to sleep but I was also a little
excited feeling his bulge against my hand.  Although I was still groggy
from the booze and a Quaalude we had shared, I was getting a boner feeling
Joe's crotch.  I hadn't done anything with a guy for a while (there had
been a couple of guys in high school and I met a guy in college that taught
me to fuck him).  In spite of these encounters, I'm not the kind of guy
that is comfortable making a pass at another guy.  I feel grabbing a strait
guy's crotch is in reality, a pretty stupid mistake so what I did next was
really out of character for me.  I gently squeezed his crotch through his
jeans.  Keep in mind, I wasn't wide-awake and the actual time that
transpired after I had gained consciousness was about 30 seconds.  After
two or three squeezes I was surprised Joe started pressing back on my hand.
I really thought he was out cold and wouldn't even respond in his sleep.
This was new territory for me and I became even more aroused.  If you've
been in this situation you probably know what I'm talking about.  I thought
Joe was a really strait redneck, had never considered him sexually, and
honestly didn't know him very well.  I had butterflies in my gut and
stopped squeezing his crotch the moment he started to move.  Now I just lay
very still and thought he'd probably fall back to sleep and then I'd remove
my hand.  Instead, Joe began slowly grinding his crotch against the palm of
my hand.  I begin thinking... fuck!!  "This is pretty exciting...what now?"
but honestly, I was too scared to move. Joe probably ground against my hand
for a full two minutes.  Then he rolled off my hand and I'm thinking, damn!
"He must be moving around in his sleep" so I decide to just go back to
sleep.  However, next I heard the unmistakable jingle of a belt buckle and
I realize Joe must be undoing his belt.  For a minute I probably stopped
breathing but then rationalize the situation and think Joe's probably a
little awake and is taking off his pants because he's too warm.  I realize
it was a little muggy inside the sleeper.  I could hear Joe slip his jeans
off then he settled down.  Although I'm lying on my side facing him, I can
barely see him.  I now feel him move again as he turns over on his side.
Next he scoots forward and pushes against me.  I can feel his chest against
mine as well as the stubble of his beard on my neck.  I do noting to
indicate I'm awake so we just lay there without moving.  I can feel his
heart beating and he could probably feel mine.  Like I said, I was excited
but kind of scared.  Eventually he begins to move quite a bit up the
mattress until I feel the fabric of his briefs against my face.  I can also
feel his stiff boner pressing through the fabric of his briefs and his
crotch smells really sexy.  By now I'm practically shaking because I want
something to happen but don't want Joe to think I'm just some typical
cocksucker.  I think I like doing shit with guys when they reciprocate but
I didn't want to just blow him without him getting me off.  Even so, I'm so
fucking excited this was happening.  Then Joe grabs the back of my head and
pushes my face into his crotch.  I can feel the fleshy head of his cock
because it is now sticking out past the waistband of his briefs.  Believe
it or not, I resisted at first by keeping my mouth shut but he was really
insistent.  Again, I didn't want this farm boy thinking all I want to do is
blow him but that's exactly what I did.  I took his cock in my mouth and
went down a far as I could.  I also pulled his briefs down so I could get a
good hold on his cock.  Joe started to face fuck me without mercy and
neither of us saying a word.  I soon realized Joe was really hung and
getting a third of his cock in my mouth was a real stretch for me.  I mean,
this guy's dick was big!  As I'm blowing him I had my hand down my own
briefs stroking my cock, which was now so fucking hard.  Next Joe forced me
onto my back and straddled my face.  He began pumping his cock as far as he
could down my throat.  My eyes were starting to tear up and I had trouble
breathing but I let him keep going.  I tightly squeezed his nuts thinking
it would slow the action down but he seemed determined to rape my mouth
raw.  Finally though, I had to push him off, speaking for the first time.
I told him I needed to stop for a few minutes to catch my breath.  I also
told him I wanted to get my cock sucked too.  Joe replied he wasn't going
to suck my cock.  I was persistent but he adamantly said he wasn't into
that.  I decided to test him a little.  By now, I'm too horny to call it
quits but reasoned he'd probably give in and suck me in order to get his
nut.  I told him I wasn't going to blow him any more unless he also got me
off.  Next came a huge surprise.  Joe told me I could probably fuck him in
the ass.  He just didn't want to suck my cock.  This really floored me
because fucking a guy's butt was still fairly new to me.  This sounded like
a bargain to me so I agreed and went back down on his cock.  I spent the
next ten minutes getting him close to cuming and backing off when he'd get
close so he would cool off.  I then told him to lie on his back and pull
his knees up because I wanted to fuck him now.  I told him I'd let him cum
after I fucked him.  I asked him if he had any oil and he said he had hand
crème in the cab.  I found it and lubed up my cock.  I told him to get
ready and he said he was.  I leaned over him trapping his knees on his
chest and probing his asshole with my finger.  He groaned when I pushed my
finer in and rotated it against the wall of his ass.  Squeezing my cock
head up his ass was amazing.  He was really tight and told me to stop
several times before I was all the way in.  Once my nuts were against his
butt I held my cock until he had a chance to get use to me.  It was too
dark to see his face but I would have loved knowing how he looked when I
was penetrating him.  I had never let anyone fuck me before and could tell
he hadn't either.  The way he groaned with me up his ass, I knew he wasn't
enjoying this.  I didn't care though, my cock felt so good and his ass felt
really hot, tight, and squishy.  After he quieted down, I started pumping
pretty hard making him grunt each time I hit bottom.  With his knees on his
chest I was able to grip his ankles and spread his legs wider so I could
sink my cock as far up his bowels as I could.  Eventually I was on my toes
allowing me to piston my cock faster and harder than I have ever fucked a
female.  It was great!  Joe's continuous moans were echoing through the cab
at this point.  I probably fucked him for about 15 minutes before dumping
my cum up his ass.  This was still a couple years before AIDs so neither of
us used rubbers.  After I pulled out I finished giving him head.  His dick
was soft when I finished fucking him but he got hard again and fucked my
face about as brutally as I fucked his ass.  After he came I climbed to the
front of the cab and spit his cum out the window.  He and I got together
one other time during the following summer.  We ran into each other at a
party and he asked to give me a ride home.  He was pretty loaded so we
rented a cheap motel on the outskirts of town.  I blew him and fucked him
much like the first time.  That was the last time I have seen him although
I heard he later found religion and is now a minister.

Hoped you enjoyed this as much as I did telling it.  I have another story
in nifty about a fraternity brother and I several years after college,
which is also true.  I like hearing about bi sex from other guys so email
me.

Jackson5311@juno.com