Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2007 14:37:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ride

Clint stood in the hot sun. It had backed his torso already and his red
skin had begun to turn to the tan it would maintain for the rest of the
summer.

His tshirt hung from the back pocket in which he had stuffed it earlier.
The wad of gum helped him create salava despite the temperature.

Rolls of sweat had begun to roll down his sides. He liked that feeling
and looked forward to the persperation that would begin its journey from
his scalp and make his face glow eventually.

Hitchiking wasn't allowed of course. But even cops ignored them on this
highway. It was so far from the major highways that only locals drove
it...or as in Clint's case walked it.

He stood holding one hand over his eyes to get an early glimpse of an
oncoming vehicle. His other hand was ready to stick out a thumb in the
international sign of pleading for a ride.

Clint had hitched since he was a barefoot kid bringing home milk and
bread from the store two miles from his house. He had hitched when he
missed the school bus. And during the summer he hitched often.

Soon he'd be driving his own vehicle. He was promised for his graduation.
He could have gotten a motorcycle already but after his best friends
accident, he shied away from that.

"Hell I can get a ride anywhere" he would say when friends taunted him
for being afraid of a cycle.

And he could. It was a science or an art with him. Clint knew how to
stand, what to look like, to smile and look energetic and most of all be
shirtless.

The truck appeared on the horizen and he stretched his muscles. He
checked his jeans making sure they hung as low as possible. It was the
way most guys wore their pants anyway. He made sure the front was as low
as possible and since it was summer he didn't wear underwear.

The top of his pubic hairs were visable over the edge of the unbuttoned
front.  He smiled and as the truck became closer lifted up his and with a
thumb sticking out like a morning erection .

The truck began to slow. Clint made sure he looked cheerful and smiled.
If the slowed vehicle judged him a threat or boring, it would pass him
by.

The truck's brakes slowed it further until it stopped in front of him.

"Where you headed?" The older driver asked.

"Down the highway as far as you can take me, Sir" Clint learned to add
"sir" when he was very young.

"You look hot" the man smiled.

"Yes Sir I like it when it's hot" Clint said and waited.

"Get in then" the man smiled and watched as Clint walked in front of the
truck to the passenger side.

The truck sped up.

"I can go a long ways" The driver said.

Clint had heard the hint before.

"You got a problem there?" the man asked.

"Sir? what oh that" Clint said. His low riding jeans had bunched up. But
Clint knew the driver thought it was something else.

"Oh you know kids my age it happens all the time" Clint began to tease.
He still had to raise more money for the insurance.

"We'll get you a car or truck if you graduate, but you have to pay for
your insurance, gas, oil all that stuff" the words were as fresh in his
head as if they were just spoken that morning instead of a year ago when
he wanted to quit high school.

"Tell you what, take it out and let it breath. The air will help" The man
said "Go ahead it's only us here"

"You sure? Uh I uh well, you know kids can't be too careful these days
and I gotta get to work to earn some money"

"Ten bucks, show it to me" the driver said

"Really? I guess there's no - - " Clint had learned the patter long ago.
He unbuttoned his jeand and lifted his now hardening penis out. It grew
harder knowing the man was watching.

"nice dick, you're quite a man" the man said reaching over his hand.

Clint let him then reacted.

"OH I thought you just wanted to watch it" Clint didn't stop him. The
man's hand wrapped around his cock..

"Relax, I'll make you feel good" the man said as he slowed the truck down
"Better stop for a minute though"

"Yes Sir" Clint said as he pushed his jeans down and leaned back. "I hope
you can help me with uh more Sir"

"Tell you what I'll milk you and when I'm done you show my your
appreciation" The man said as he unzipped his own fly andpulled out his
fatter penis.

"You got the lips for it, deal?" the man smiled as his hand slid across
Clint's smooth chest and back down to his erection.

"It's ok I guess, I am 18, turned 18 in January" Clint said.

"Well then we can do more if you want, get me nice and slick and I can
slide into that cute butt I saw earlier"

Clint closed his eyes. This wasn't the first time and the man was right,
it felt good. And he had learned years ago how to make other guys feel
good. He guessed he did have the lips for it.

But if the man wanted to cornhole him, he'd ask for alot more money.

"Maybe" Clint said "But I uh gotta ask for more" Clint stammered knowing
it made him sound innocent "cause nobody else has done that" he lied.

"I got the time boy, doyou?"

Clint waved as the truck sped on leaving him at the intersection. He felt
the rolled up bills in his pocket and smiled. He was going to be ready
when he graduated. It was only the end of June and he had hitched all
around the county.

The traffic sped by and he walked away from the intersection. Getting
rides was easier aways from the traffic lights.

His cock was hardening already with the feeling of the truck driver still
fresh inside him. The sun was still in the sky and there were hours
before he'd head home.

At least two more rides were possible he figured.