Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2003 14:47:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: the baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Hitch-hikers

The Hitch-hikers
(c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com
All Rights Reserved

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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys, boys and men, kinky or non-consensual sex or live in a
jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.

This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure
coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction SAFE SEX isn't required;
however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort
of chance.

If you like this and want to hear more let me know -- questions and
constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored.

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THE HITCH-HIKERS


	It was late, I was tired -- I was beginning to question my decision
to go down to the city after work. By the time I checked into a hotel and
got ready to go out it would be midnight. Still, I had needed to get away,
a chance to be the person I really was, not the part I needed to play in
the small mountain town in which I lived.
	It was early autumn and the cool evening air smelled clean and
fresh -- the pine scent from the surrounding forest was refreshing. In a
couple more miles I would reach the last little town before the road turned
into a freeway for the rest of my journey.
	Up at the intersection where the town's main street crossed the
highway I saw two guys standing beside the road with their thumbs out.
Picking up hitch-hikers is one of those things we have always been warned
not to do -- when did I ever pay attention to warnings? My only rules tend
to be:
	1) Never stop for a girl, chances are her boyfriend is hiding
nearby;
	2) Don't pick up two or more guys together.
	I have always followed the first one but the second has been
sometimes ignored if I had a feeling it was okay. There was a stoplight on
the corner and it turned red just as I pulled up. I looked at the two guys
-- they appeared to be around 15 years old and weren't dressed for the
cool, crisp night air. Shorts, T-shirts and tennis shoes didn't provide
much protection, but it did allow me to see exactly how they were put
together and I liked what I saw.
	I rolled down the passenger side window. "Where are you guys
going?" I asked.
	"Down to the city. Are you going that far, mister?" one boy
replied.
	'Mister?' I wasn't that much older than they were, I'd just turned
23 the previous month. Still, I was driving and they were afoot. "Hop in,"
I said, "that's where I'm going too."
	The two boys climbed into my car -- one in the front and the other
in back. I looked them over a bit as they entered, but the light changed
and I had to return my attention to the road.
	We went through the usual routines, they thanked me for picking
them up and we exchanged names -- they were Bill and Roy, they were
neighbors and lived west of the river, the same part of town where I
generally stay when I come to the city.
	"Do you live in the city?" Roy asked from the back seat.
	"No, I live up at the resort, it's my weekend and I'm just coming
down to play."
	Both boys nodded. Roy was leaning over the seat. His left hand
rubbing my shoulder a bit suggestively.
	"This warm car sure feels good," Bill said, "we missed the last bus
and have been standing there for over an hour. There just isn't much
traffic tonight."
	I nodded agreement, I had noticed that myself while driving down
the mountain.
	Most of the conversation was rather simple, the sort of things that
strangers tend to say to one another when they are together for a short
time and never expect to see each other again.
	I had mentioned that it was late enough that I was wondering if I
would even go out that night or if I would just buy some beer and relax in
my hotel -- I would be there for two nights and I really didn't need to go
out both evenings. Neither boy rose to the bait so I decided that this was
only going to be a ride, but they were pleasant company and did help me to
stay awake.
	I took the exit they said would reach their neighborhood and then
pulled over where Bill directed. He opened the door and climbed out,
opening the back door for Roy.
	To me Roy said, "Would you be willing to share a bit of that beer
with us?"
	At this point I was a bit surprised, but I nodded my head -- why
hadn't he spoke up before I wondered.
	"Come on Bill, we can have a small party," he said to his friend
who was still standing there, holding the open rear car door.
	Ignoring the invitation Bill said, "Come on, Roy, we're home now --
we've partied enough for one day." He stood there beckoning his friend to
exit the car.
	Instead of joining Bill on the street Roy climbed over the seat and
sat down right beside me in the front. "He's buying and I'm thirsty," Roy
said to Bill. "If you're not going to join us then close the door -- you're
letting all the heat out."
	"When will you be home?" Bill asked.
	"When I get there," Roy replied with a smirk.
	Bill closed the car doors and turned to walk away. Roy waved
good-bye and then slid even closer against me in the front seat.
	"It isn't like we've been partying all day -- we shared one beer
early this afternoon at a friend's house. Other than that all we've done is
watch TV and play games. It isn't that late and I don't have any set time I
have to be home."
	"Won't your parents be concerned if you come home real late with
beer on your breath?" I asked with real concern.
	"They aren't even home, the only one there is the housekeeper and
she will have passed out drunk by now -- hell, if I don't arrive to
tomorrow afternoon all I would have to tell her was that I came home and
left again before she got up. She never goes into my room and really
doesn't care about what I'm doing as long as I stay out of jail. We have an
agreement -- I don't tell that she drinks herself shit-faced every night
when she is left to watch over me and she doesn't tell what time I may have
come home, or if I came home at all. It works out good for both of us."
	"What happens if someone comes home early?"
	"Fat chance of that -- my folks are in Europe, they've been there
for three weeks and aren't scheduled to come home for another month. Dad is
there on business and Mom spends most of her time shopping or gambling."
	I pulled into a small market where I bought some beer as well as
munchies and then checked into the motel I usually used. The room I liked
in the very back was available so I parked in the attached carport and we
hauled the goodies and my small travel bag into the room.
	There was a small kitchenette so we put the food and beer into the
refrigerator except for two bottles of beer and then sat back in the two
comfortable chairs to enjoy the brews.
	I had been feeling rich so I bought several different imported
beers as well as a six-pack of Bud in case my new friend didn't like the
imported stuff. When I offered him a can of Japanese beer he said he hadn't
ever had any from there, 'but he was willing to try anything once.' I
smiled.
	Roy took the offered can of beer and took a healthy swallow,
"That's pretty good stuff," he said before taking another pull from the
beer.
	"I've always liked it," I said as I watched the boy try to show
just how worldly he was.
	We sat there for a couple of minutes in silence as Roy drank most
of his beer while I was still sipping mine -- I didn't want to get drunk
just yet.
	"Is it hot in here or is it me?" Roy asked, putting down his beer
can and pulling his T-shirt off over his head. "I hope you don't mind if I
get a bit more comfortable. I've been wearing these same things all day and
they are starting to become uncomfortable."
	I smiled and said nothing. His tanned torso came into view -- not a
hair in sight and no fat either -- he looked like he was extremely active,
not a washboard stomach, but I suspected he would have one in a couple more
years. He dropped the T-shirt on the floor and stretched again, giving me a
chance to note that even his underarms were totally devoid of hair.
	He caught me looking and said, "I shave under there, it helps
prevent body odor if there isn't any hair. I shave my pubes too, what to
see?"
	I still sat there silently, nodding my head. He took that for an
agreement [it was] and stood up to remove his shorts, kicking off his shoes
in the process. He stepped out into the middle of the room and seemed to be
dancing to music that only he could hear as he opened the button at the
waist of his shorts and slowly pulled down the zipper.
	As he opened the fly on his shorts I noticed two additional things
beyond the lack of pubic hairs, one, he wasn't wearing any underpants and
two, he didn't have a tan line. Obviously he was able to spend time
outdoors in the nude.
	With a bit of attempted drama he slowly worked his shorts down over
his thighs, dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them. He stood
there, stark naked, still sort of dancing in place to the unheard music
while his lovely 5-1/2 inch cock rose from his hairless groin in a
semi-erect state, waving back and forth in rhythm with his buttocks.
	I kept smiling as the naked youth danced in front of me, his smooth
body was the kind of eye candy that I generally only found in fiction. To
say the least he was beautiful, and sexy as hell.
	He continued his dance as he slowly worked his way toward me until
he was standing directly in front of my chair. I reached out and ran my
hand across his chest, pausing slightly to tweak each of his erect
nipples. Each of his nipples stood out from his chest over a quarter of an
inch, some of the longest I had ever seen on a boy -- they almost looked
like he could hang up clothes on them as erect as they were.
	He sighed as my hands worked their way up and down his smooth chest
while his cock continued to grow stiffer as it began to stand up until it
pointed directly at his chin. I worked my way down until one of my hands
was cupping his wrinkled nut sac while the other began rubbing across the
tip of his hard-on, rubbing some of the pre-cum around on the sensitive tip
and then down over part of the shaft.
	He slowed his movements as I paid more attention to his erection,
squeezing the shaft and with only his pre-cum as lubrication running my
closed fist up and down the rigid shaft. He closed his eyes and moaned with
pleasure as I slowly jacked him off. Then I leaned forward in my chair and
took his boyhood into my mouth, clamping my lips tight around his glans and
working my tongue over the cocktip in much the same fashion I had used my
finger previously.
	The boy placed his hands on my head, working his fingers into my
hair to steady his grasp as he began pushing his groin forward, trying to
drive his erect member deeper into my hot moist oral cavity. I loosened my
tight grasp on his glans and allowed his prick to slowly drive forward into
my mouth until I felt the tip hit the back of my throat while my nose and
lips were pressed hard against his hairless groin. His lack of pubic hair
decreased the scent that usually came from pressing my nose against a boy's
groin, but there was still enough there to encourage me to continue.
	I began to slowly work my way back off the invading cock until once
again only the head was still captive and then allowed him to press forward
once again, driving the invader back in as deep as it could reach. I took
hold of his hips with both my hands and began assisting his plunging and
retreating as he established a rhythm and face fucked me for all his was
worth. His heavy breathing and the way his nuts were drawing up tight in
their sac told me that he was ready to explode so I redoubled my efforts.
	With a loud yelp sounding somewhere between pain and ecstasy his
balls boiled up and over, painting the back of my mouth with spurt after
spurt of hot milky boy cream. I worked my tongue around the intruding
shaft, massaging the juices out of him while I swallowed everything he sent
my way, enjoying the protein drink that he was providing.
	As his nuts emptied his knees began to buckle and I had to hold him
up until I had managed to suck every little droplet of his tasty fluids
from his rapidly deflating cock. When I was sure that I had not missed a
single drop of flavor, I allowed him to slowly fold up on the floor before
me while I licked my lips and savored the few remnants of flavor that
lingered on my tongue.
	I sat back in my chair, enjoying the sight of the naked boy lying
there on the carpet, basking in the afterglow of an intense climax. This
wasn't something I got to do every day and I wanted to enjoy it as long as
it would last.
	Finally he sat up, a big smile on his face, and said, "How come I'm
the only one in this room without any clothes on?"
	I smiled again and since I couldn't think of an answer to his
question I stripped my clothing off in record time. At that point he
climbed up into my lap, threw his arms around my neck and gave me a big
open-mouth kiss -- pressing his tongue into my mouth in search of any
remaining flavors from his massive climax.
	He wiggled his butt around until my hard-on was caught in the crack
of his ass. When I looked downward I noted that his tool was also rising to
the occasion and appeared to be gathering steam for a second round. He
continued to work his ass on my crotch, pressing down on my erection
whenever he thought it was near the puckered rosebud of his anus.
	"If you keep that up you are going to find me deep inside you," I
warned as I felt my pre-cum being worked into his anal opening by my rigid
erection.
	"I certainly hope so," he replied pressing down a bit harder.
	"Well, in that case," I said as I put one arm under his knees and
the other behind his back, "I think we should move to somewhere where that
is a lot easier to do." I carried Roy over to the king-size bed, dropping
his in the middle and then climbing on myself.
	"Do you have any lube?" Roy asked as I started to move between his
legs.
	In reply I reached into my travel bag that was still sitting on the
bottom corner of the bed and pulled out a large tube of K-Y.
	Roy smiled up at me as I opened the tube and began squirting a glob
of the oily gel into his ass crack. I worked a single K-Y coated finger
into his tightly closed anal opening, moving it all around until everything
it could reach had been coated with the slippery goo. After pouring another
helping into my hand I returned to his anus and work first two and then
three fingers into him, opening him up so that he would be ready for my 7
inch invader. I covered my cock with the greasy gel and knelt up between
his legs, lifting his ass off the bed and throwing his legs over my
shoulders as I pointed my rock-hard member directly at the tightly closed
brown rosebud of his anal entryway.
	His sphincter tightened, trying to deny entry to my intruding
fuck-pole, but it was not to be denied -- slowly he willed the tightly
clenched muscle to relax and my cock gained entry to his boy pussy.
	"ARGH!" he cried as I pressed forward.
	"Do you want me to pull out?" I asked, worried that I might have
hurt him.
	"NO!" he cried, "I love it. Only you're the biggest I ever had up
there."
	I slowed my assault on his rectum, moving slowly to allow him to
grow accustomed to the feel of my man-tool as it worked its way up into his
bowels. At about the half way point I stopped and pulled back until only
the very tip was still embedded in his asshole. When he started pushing
back against me I pressed forward again, this time only leaving about one
inch of shaft still outside the flesh sheath before me.
	Again I pulled back and waited for him to signal that he wanted
everything I had inside of him. He pressed back and this time I drove my
shaft in deep, with a single push I buried everything inside him, my groin
pressed tightly against his ass cheeks, my cock rubbing against his
prostate.
	I held my position for a full minute before I began to withdraw,
his sphincter trying to hold on to my shaft and not allow me to pull
out. When I reached full withdrawal I immediately reversed course and began
again to press forward, driving myself once again fully into his body.
	Now I started to set up a rhythm, fucking in and out of his body,
rubbing against his prostate as I worked on his boy pussy in just the way I
have always felt they were intended to be worked. Roy moaned and groaned in
ecstasy as I increased the speed of my assault on his rectum, my own
pleasures increasing at the same time as his were. I knew that I wouldn't
be able to hold out for long -- he was tight and so sexy that I felt I was
doing good to have held out as long as I had.
	"AARRGGHH!" I cried as I shot my load of jism into his asshole, my
nuts squeezing every ounce of juices I had stored there into his bowels. I
was almost completely lost in the wonders of my climax when I noticed that
even without either of us touching him, his own cock had returned to full
erection and was shooting out his second explosion of boy juices of the
night.
	This boy was HOT! And I had him!
	When both of us had finally exhausted ourselves I pulled my
softening member from his still clenched hole with an audible pop and laid
down next to him on the bed. He appeared to be only about half conscious as
he lay there, a smile on his face that had to be seen to be appreciated.
	"I think I need a shower, would you like to wash my back?" Roy said
as he slowly worked his way off the bed and headed toward the bathroom on
unsteady legs.
	"That sounds like a great idea," I replied, "only I think it will
have to just be a shower as I don't think I'm ready for any more action
right away."
	"Neither am I," he said.
	I joined him in the shower and except for paying a bit more
attention to each other's genitals than was really needed we concentrated
on the shower and cleaning up.
	As we dressed I asked if he was going to be in trouble at home for
being out this late. He assured me that he was okay, he had often stayed
out all night without anyone saying anything. He gave me his phone number
and said that I should call the next time I was going to be in the city.
	I took the number, a bit surprised that he had offered it -- I said
that I would be staying for another night and that I always stayed at the
same motel whenever I was around. Since he didn't live all that far away he
said he just might be on the lookout for my car in the future.
	I drove him home, he had me drop him off on a corner so that no one
would see just how he got home. He gave me another open-mouth kiss before
he got out of the car and headed off up the street.
	That was the last time that I ever saw him. I had almost expected
him to show up at the motel again the next night, but he didn't and I
didn't feel right about trying to call him -- how would I explain who I was
if someone else answered and asked?
	When I got back up on the mountain I found that they were waiting
for me -- they wanted me to transfer to another resort in another state
where they needed my talents in a hurry. I barely had time to pack and head
out. It was almost ten years before I got back to the city again.