Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 12:47:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike Bowers <franticmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ride Home part 1

This story includes gay sexual relationships between adults and teenagers.
If this is illegal in your state, or you are underage, or you don't like
the idea behind this, stop reading now.


The annual meeting of the company IT department was a success.  My branch
is located in Washington DC.  The head office is located in New York City.
Throughout the year, different departments would have a meeting at the head
office.  In it would be discussion on how each department performed,
problems that had arisen, solutions to thos problems, and the like.

I left Friday afternoon to get there late Friday night.  The company did
not spring for airfare so I got to drive the distance in my Jeep.  The
drive was uneventful, I promptly turned in when I reached my hotel.  The
next morning I got up at 5:30 to head over to the company headquarters.
The all day affair was very encouraging.  I was the head programmer in DC.
I have been making several inquiries at the idea of working at home.  Since
programming relies on personal insight and occasional divine inspiration to
solving problems, working a normal day is not always beneficial.  I
reasoned that if I worked at home, I could wait for the ideas to come and
then program whenever that occurs.

After a grueling meeting with the bosses, I was able to sway their belief
from one of routine 9-5 hrs to a floating 40 hr a week job.  As long as I
clocked 40+ hours a week programming, they saw no reason why I couldn't do
my job at home.  I was ecstatic at the prospect of ending my hour long
commute into work, but I humbly accepted their resolution.  I began the
drive home Saturday evening, knowing quite well I would probably stop off
for the night along the road.

It was a typical Spring evening, raining cats and dogs.  At around 8pm, I
realized I had to stop and get gas.  As I exited I-95, I noticed a teenager
hitching on the on-ramp of the direction I was going.  I decided if he was
still there when I got done pumping gas, I would invite him along.  After
spending a small fortune on inflated priced gas, I headed for the on-ramp.
There was an overhead lamp shining down on the still waiting teen.  I could
make out his general build as I approached, and could tell he was
blond... I was a sucker for blonds.

I pulled the Jeep over.  The young man ran over and I could see he was
completely soaked.  His shirt clung to his well sculpted body, his pants
were equally clinging to his legs.  As he neared the Jeep, I unrolled the
window and asked, "Where are you heading?  My name is Mike."

He replied, "Brad here, I am heading anywhere South."

"Hop in, I am going to DC and can drop you off wherever you want along the
way."  With that, I opened the door from the inside and he hopped in.  I
probed the rear of the Jeep for something dry.  I came across a ratty towel
and gave it to him to dry off, and I rummaged through my bag to get the
clothes I wore the day before.  I said, "Here, change into these, they
might be a bit big, but at least they are dry."

He thanked me, and I pulled off the shoulder and sped up to merge into
traffic.  He began to peel off his soaked long sleeve shirt.  I glanced
over and took in his well-toned chest.  He had a defined 6-pack and nicely
muscled arms.  While his shirt was off, he began to dry his tanned skin
with the towel.  I tried my best to keep my attention on the road.  He
donned the shirt I gave him and took off his shoes and socks.  He said,
"Excuse me for a minute while I change my pants."

Respecting his privacy and not wanting to scare him off, my eyes diligently
were glued to the road.  When I heard the zipper, I asked "All clear?"  He
grunted an affirmative, and after a few moments of silence, the inevitable
questions began.  "So what are you doing out on the road, at this time of
night, and with this weather?"  He mumbled some half-ass attempt at a reply
along the lines of spring break and seeing the world.  I did not believe it
for a minute, but decided to move on to the next one, "How old are you
anyway?"

"I am 16, and a Junior in high school.  I guess I am young for my grade,
but people don't make fun of me anymore.  I began to work out when I was
13, after I got in a fight and lost badly.  Now, people know not to mess
with me."  He smiled at me and went on to describe his last fight, "This
kid at school began to name call and I got rather... upset.  I broke his
nose and bruised a few of his ribs, that shut him up quickly."

I said, "I always turned the other cheek, when I was your age, I was rather
heavy.  My reasoning was, if I got in a fight, I did not know if anyone
would be able to stop me if I started pounding a guy's head into the floor.
When I graduated from high school, I started to work out in college.  I
ended up not losing much weight, but just rearranging it on my body.  Now,
I just try to maintain it with my gym equipment at home, but I think it is
a losing battle."  I pointed down to my ever-increasing gut, "Darn beer
just tastes too good."

A few more minutes pass and he started up again, "You know, I am not really
on Spring Break..."  I replied I had guessed as much.  He continued, "I was
kicked out of my house yesterday, my dad told me to never come back.  That
was the same day of my last fight.  The guy called me a fag and I beat him
to a pulp.  My dad's reaction to that was, 'You are a fag, so you should
not beat somebody up for saying the truth.  Now get out you fucking
cocksucker, you are no son of mine.'  Well, I left, and I am never going
back there, I would not be surprised if you pulled over right now to dump
me out of your car.  I am sorry."

I was stunned of course, but recovered quickly.  I did pull the car off the
road, and cut the engine.  He got the wrong impression and began to get
out.  "Stop that Brad, I pulled off the road just to talk with you and not
get in an accident.  I have known I was gay for the last 10 years of my 23
year long life.  My parents were more forgiving than yours and accepted my
choices, but I kept them private until I was in college anyway.  I have yet
to have a long lasting relationship, but I don't mind it.  How about you,
any special guy back home?"

This had the unfortunate effect of causing him to cry.  "The punk I beat up
WAS my special guy."  He spat out, "I went down on him several times, he
never reciprocated, but I didn't mind.  Then that day, he just went
berserk, called me a fag, and I was crushed."

"Man, I am sorry, I had no idea, I apologize for bring up such a sore
subject.  Why don't we get back on the road and continue on our way?"  I
turned the ignition, put the Jeep in gear, and merged back onto the
highway.  An awkward silence began.  I turned on the radio and found a good
80's station.  Styx came on with "I'm Sailing away".  I began doing my
imitation of Cartman's version.  That prompted a laugh from Brad.  After
that song, I began to yawn.  I said, "Well, I think it is time to get a
hotel room for the night, I am getting tired."

"Me too Mike, but I don't have any cash, I did not have time to take any
from home before being railroaded."

"No problem Brad, it is on me tonight, keep a lookout for a good place."
15 minutes later, my favorite cheap hotel was spotted, Motel 6.  "Ah,
perfect, Motel 6, I like cheap places, a hotel room is just a place to
sleep anyway."  We pulled up to the 'lobby' and after Brad put on his
shoes, we approached the front desk.  I inquired about a double, the guy
behind the counter apologized and said sorry, we only have queen sized
singles left.  After a shrug from Brad, I said we would take it.

The motel was a single floored run down spot.  I pulled the Jeep into a
spot and we made a mad dash for our room.  The room was like any other
hotel: TV in the corner, a table with 2 chairs in another corner, the bed,
a dresser, a sink, a toilet and a tub.  On a scale of 1-10, 1 being the
most disgusting, most run down place in the world, and a 10 being a male
nude god waiting for your entry at the door, this place was a 5, dingy,
damp, but no cockroaches.  I tossed my overnight bag onto a chair.

Brad had an evil grin on his face saying, "Now it is time for me to work
off the room and trip."  He pulled me over to the bed and started to
undress me.  I started to say something, but he shushed me with a quick
kiss.  "Nope, you don't get to tell me how it was nothing, I mean to earn
my keep anyway I can.  Just enjoy it Mike."  My shirt was removed for me
and tossed on the floor, next came my shoes which I shucked off.  He undid
my belt and pulled down my pants and boxers with a single tug.  My 7 inch
dick slapped my stomach and stood at full mast.  He got on his knees and
began to work on my cock.

He licked the underside of it, from base to tip and then sucked on my balls
for a while.  I began to moan when he finally took my penis into his mouth.
He swirled his tongue around the head of it and then began to take more of
my dick in.  He started to deep throat me and I was in heaven.  I could
feel his nose touching my pubes during each thrust of his head.  With each
pull-out, he would swirl his tongue around the head and then plunge back
in.  I was in heaven.  My hips began to rhythmically thrust on their own
accord.

I felt his hands exploring my ass.  They would grab my cheeks for a few
split seconds then release them.  Each grab was a bit closer to my asshole.
As he approached it, tingles spread throughout my body.  One finger began
to play with my hole.  Soon he inserted a little of it and I was in sensory
overload.  He began to finger fuck my anus while sucking me.  After a
while, I felt my body start to build up and I warned him I was close.  He
just picked up the pace with his expert mouth and sure fingers.  I shot
into the back of his throat and he swallowed almost every drop.  A bit of
my seed escaped his mouth and ran down his chin.

"That was the best blowjob I have ever had, it was amazing, thank you."  I
was weak kneed and sat on the bed.  I pulled him over and began to kiss him
deeply.  I licked my cum off his chin and embraced him tightly.

"I thought you would like it, but I am exhausted so I am heading to bed."
With that, he stood up, stripped off all his clothes, walked around the
bed, slipped under the covers and told me to turn off the light.

With a mental shrug, I hit the switch, went under the covers and lay in bed
thinking about the encounter.  I heard him begin to snore and figured, I
best go to sleep as well.  With the final thought of knowing I was the
person he had after the jerk in school, I sighed and hit the hay.


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Part 1 of a second attempt (1st being a failure) of a story.  Please send
comments/suggestions/minor flames to franticmike@yahoo.com