Date: Wed, 6 May 2015 07:04:34 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: Not Just Another Hitch Hike Story, Part One  by Jay Roberts

Not Just Another Hitch Hiker Story, Part One   by Jay Robert
Gay Adult/Youth


$$$ As an avid reader of the great library of Nifty I note that there a
       lot of hitch hikers out there.  They are the dudes who read and
       maybe even wank to them but never think to send in a contribution.
       Don't be a Nifty hitch hiker, climb on the wagon.

+++ This story was fashioned for persons over 18.  If you do not meet
         that requirement please leave.  Don't slam the door!


Name is Greg.  I'm 39.  I'm driving an old truck that has been lovingly
brought into gleaming rebirth.  It cost me hours of work and about eight
thousand dollars.  It's as a two door job with shift on the wheel so you can
get three on the seat if needed.

I am on vacation.  I'm driving from my farm in Iowa to LA.  Driving along,
not a care in the world when I saw a hitcher along the side of the road.  He
chose a good spot because you could see him for over a quarter mile away
on the straight away.

I decided to give the dude a lift, company might help pass the time.  As I
slowed down I was amused to see that he looked like a younger version of
me.  He had the same tanned face and unruly, cork screw blond curly hair.

I leaned over and unlatched the door and threw it open.  He ran over.  Now I
could see that he was really young, maybe fourteen or fifteen.  He threw me
a big white, toothpaste ad smile.

"Goin' west?" he said in a lazy farm boy drawl.

"Get in, LA is my last stop."

"Me too," he said, settling in the seat."

"Goin' into the movies?" I said.

"Naw.  Why you say that?"

"Well kid, you got the looks and the body for it."

He didn't respond but starting running his eyes around the interior of the
truck.

"This is a beauty.  Did you restore it?  Bet it cost a lot."

"Yes and yes."  I waited a moment.  "You running away?"

"Not exactly.  I just walked away.  Farming with my Dad is just too hard.  I
wanta have some fun."

"How long you been on the road?"

"Just a week."

"How you been eating and sleeping.  Did you have a stash before you left."

"Hah.  I had five dollars and that went the first day."

"So how you surviving?"

"Well, you seem cool so I think I can tell you without you throwing me out."

"Yeah.  This sound interesting."

"It's probably not what you are thinking.  I don't steal.  But just before you
picked me up I was riding in a Cadillac, late model.  The guy was about your
age but not so handsome...fat and had a beard."

"So?"

"I jerked him off for twenty dollars.  That's the fifth driver.  It's easy work,
no sweat."

"Listen, uh, what's you name.  Jeff, I'm Greg."  We shook hands.  I noticed
his hand was large and calloused but his slim arm was well shaped and
smooth and golden brown.  He was hot kid.  Those blue eyes, wow.  I
continued, "You've just been lucky.  You got with some okay men but one
could have been dangerous and you might have been raped."

"Thanks for worrying Pop.  I can take out anybody if I have to.  Say, you're
the best looking guy I ever rode with.  Maybe you'd like a little relief as you
drive.  I'll give you a cut rate, ten instead of twenty."


"Thanks for the offer but I have to concentrate on the road.  Besides there
are laws against sex between men and boys."

"If anyone stopped us I'd say I am your son."  Then almost inaudibly I heard
him say, "I wish I was."

We were quiet for awhile, then he moved closer to me on the bench seat and
spoke into my ear, his young breath tickling my ear.  "I'll do it for nothing.
To repay you for the ride."

The odor of the boy, a mixture of sweat and young BO was like perfume.  He
was a knockout too.  That hair and his full lips.  I said nothing, but I hoped
he would take it for an invitation.

He did.  I felt his large farm boy hand sliding up the loose opening in my
shorts.  "Oh mister Greg, sir, you have a whopper, and it's a little swollen.
Maybe a little rub will help."

He left it twisted up in my briefs and passed his calloused finger over the
top.  It elongated and that was really uncomfortable.

"Let's take the beast out for air.  I know mine doesn't like cramped quarters.
What do you say?"

"Babe, it feel s-o-o-o good but I think we better leave it at that."  I pushed
my cock back and concentrated on my driving.  Just then a police car, siren
screaming rushed by us.  I turned to Jeff.  "See, it is dangerous."

His response was to slide his hand back into the opening of my shorts and
grasp my cock in a firm hold.

"Your lips so no daddy but your cock says yes.  What say you pull into that
rest area up ahead and let me calm him.  Yeah, I'll sing him a lullaby while I
milk him.  You know I've milked plenty of cows and you will love my squeeze
and pull move."

What got into me.  Like a hypnotized subject I obeyed and parked away
from the other cars and turned off the engine.

Like a dope I was reacting to his words.  I leaned back slightly and he saw
that and he let out a quick giggle.  He told me that I was being a good daddy
and to close my eyes.

He had me.  Shit I am weak.  If I had any sense I would have dumped him
out of the truck and got back on the road....alone, but no, I did the stupidest
thing.  After checking that no one was near the truck I opened the one
button that held my short on and slid them down my legs.

He immediately dove for my undershorts and slide them down as well.  He
stopped a minute and looked at my legs.  "Oh man I have never seen such
sexy legs.  The way the blond hair is thick and fuzzy over your brown legs.  I
think I'm going to be that way someday.  But enough talk."

He surrounded my thickening cock with his big hand and just held it there.
It was as effective as wacking me.  I took deep breaths and that was making
me light headed.  Then those breaths turned into slight moans.

"Ah, we are getting there.  Just leave every thing to the doctor,  Jeff.  I'm a
professional."

His hand that had been grasping my hot prick made a slight movement up
and down.  The effect on me was as if he was vigorously wacking me.

He leaned down and blew his hot breath at it.  It rose quickly to its most stiff
condition.

"Mikey likes it. "

Just then, crazy as it seems, there was a tapping on the passenger window.
I quickly pulled my stuff up and Jeff said, "Don't get spooked.  It's just a kid.
He probably is looking for a ride."

"Get rid of him," I said testily.  Shit, I wanted to get back to his hand.

Jeff rolled down the window.  "What?"

I could see that it was a kid, maybe even younger than Jeff.  He had thin
glossy black hair and was either Hispanic or Arab.  I could see the beginning
of a beard and he had deep brown eyes and full nose.  Very sexy, I thought
after a quick look.

The kid looked at both of us and he broke out into a smile.  "Hey lovers, are
you heading for LA?  Can I get a lift?"  Then lowering his hooded eyes he
said sexily, "You won't be sorry."


I was about to tell him to scram but Jeff opened the door.  "I'm Jeff and this
good looking guy is Greg.  I'll step out and you can get in the middle.

What had I gotten myself into?  Why didn't I slam the door on Jeff and drive
away and leave the two of them.  They could be trouble, but here I had two
drop dead looking sweeties and I was hooked.

The ethnic looking kid was now right against my right should and possibly
pressing into it I thought.  To break the tension I asked, "What's your name
kid?"

"Mo," he said, "For Mahomet."

"When's the last time you have a bath?"  I said unkindly.

"A week ago.  This guy took me into his house and after we did it, he offered
me a shower.  There was some sweet smelling soap there and man perfume.
I used plenty.  You still smell it?"

"I don't.  Time for another bath."

He smelled young sweat but a bit sour.  Not so bad that I couldn't stand it.
He had other things about him that made up for it.  What?  Well those camel
lashed eyes, that near eastern nose, but best of all, his naturally full and red
lips.  Then too, there was those skinny, tan body.

Now his head lolled again me.  I hoped he didn't have head lice.  He rubbed
his chin on my shoulder.  He sure wa affectionate but then I realized why.
Jeff had his hand on the kid's lap and was doing his patented rub and driving
the young boy nuts.

I heard Jeff say softly.  "Mo, work on Jeff."

In a moment a slim hot hand was right on my cock.  He didn't have much
technique, not like Jeff.  He just enthusiastically wacked me.  It was good,
but not great, still I was fast closing in on a shoot.

"There's tissues in the glove compartment," I said with difficulty.

He reached in and instead of putting it at my cock head, he put it at his own
slim tan, curved prick and I saw him deliver two cups worth as he made little
yipping sounds.

Then, nice boy he was he returned to his self appointed task of getting me
off and had another tissue at the ready.  It only took two shags to make me
moan and ejaculate, I was
turned on by Mo's own coming.

We rode along a few more miles.  The sun was settling.  The car smelled like
a peep booth from the two wet tissues.

"What say I treat you guys to a real bed tonight and a clean up."

"Yeah!" they both said.

"First need gas and there is a station right up ahead.  You guys can piss
while I fill up."

As I was finishing the fill-up I saw the two kids go into the convenience store
right in back of the pump area.  I followed them in.  I was feeling warm
toward them and wanted to do something for them.

They were, naturally, looking at the tit magazines and groping themselves.

I looked over at them and judged their needs.  Jeff was in clean clothes but
Mo was urchin dirty and torn.  I saw that the place had some basic clothes.
I found a pair of underwear shorts, pull up jersey shorts, and a red polo
shirt.

"You like?"  I asked.

Mo made a frowning face.  "I only wear Y underwear."

"Too bad, your Highness.  I can put all this stuff back."

He stopped me with a cool hand on my arm.  "Okay.  I take them into the
toilet and change."

"No dope, I don't want you putting clean stuff on your putrid body.  Wait
until you are cleaned up."

Jeff stood aside smiling at the domestic scene.  We got back into the car and
drove quite a long time without seeing a motel but just around the next bend
was a four story hotel.  It might have been too classy for us but it was off
season and I figured they'd be glad to have custmers.

I told the boys to stay in the truck and I told the desk dude that I have my
son and a friend I am talking back to school so I need a two beds and a
couch bed.

It was no problem and the price was almost motel level, and they had room
service.

We parked the car and went up the elevator.  The kids loved the room and in
a minute had tried out everything including the refreshment cabinet.

"Keep away from that.  Everything costs six times what it should."

I stood looking at them and they at me.  "Who's first for the shower?"

Jeff sad, "Let Mo go."  And turning to the younger boy he sad, "Wash away
those puddles of dirt that come off you."

Jeff started stripping and the two of us followed.  I noticed that Mo, and well
as me took in every bit of the handsome and well built Jeff, who flashed his
dimpled ass at us as he pushed Mo into the bathroom.  Was he going in
there to fool around or to wash his back?

I sat on a chair naked and failed to follow my advice.  I opened the door to
the little liquor bottles and took out a gin.


End part One