Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2007 16:05:24 -0700
From: M H <gymguy8@gmail.com>
Subject: Jeremy's Travels

Michael picked up Jeremy up in the New Mexico desert. Michael was
driving back from a vacation in Arizona, back to home in Dallas. He
had the top down on his small convertible, and was enjoying the
searing light and wide-open spaces of the desert. It was a blistering
August afternoon and Jeremy had chosen to hitch-hike on a sparsely
travelled highway. Although the boy was cute -- about 5'7, with short
blond hair and a boyish grin, Michael picked him up because the boy
would be dead from dehydration in a few hours, rather than any sexual
desire for the boy. The boy was wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a
stained and dirty tank-top, a back-pack slung over one shoulder.

"Where are you headed to?" Michael asked him, as he pulled up beside
the boy.

"Far away. You?"

"Dallas far enough for you?" Michael said.

"Works for me," Jeremy said. He put his backpack in the small back
seat and got into the car. "Nice car you have."

"Thanks. What's your name?"

"Jeremy."

"Good to meet you Jeremy. I'm Michael. When did you last have any
water or something to drink?" Michael asked.

"About two hours ago, Michael." Michael wondered what the boy was
doing out here. He was either stupid, or something bad had happened to
him.

"There's water in the bag behind you. You should drink more than you
think." Michael took a drink himself. "There's sunscreen in the glove
compartment, and you can probably find a hat and sunglasses if you
look around."

"Thanks, Michael." Jeremy rooted around the car for a few minutes,
finding the water, then the sunscreen. As Michael got back up to speed
on the highway, he tried not to be too obvious in watching Jeremy
cover himself in the white cream -- it had been at three days since he
had gotten off. Jeremy was slim, but well-defined, and it was a
pleasure to watch him rub the lotion in. There was a slight femininity
about him, which probably caused him no end of trouble in high
school. Michael bet he had been called "fag" more times than he could
count. Michael also gave it even chances that the label was accurate.

"So, why were you in the middle of nowhere hitchhiking? And, if you
don't mind, how old are you?" Michael asked. Jeremy had found a slim
pair of mirrored shades and a black ball cap. Jeremy seemed to either
not notice or not understand the significance of "Folsom Street Fair
2005" on the ball cap.

"I'm 18. Honest. I know I look young." He looked around as the flat
landscape raced by, each minute taking him further away from where
Michael had picked him up. "It's a long story why I was there."
Michael was glad the boy was at least of legal age. He might be
abetting a felony, but at least he wasn't carrying a minor. Or,
possibly, fucking one later that night.

"It's a long drive to Dallas. We've got time."

"You'll probably kick me out when you hear it."

"Well, did you kill a guy?"

"No. Nothing like that at all," Jeremy laughed.

"Well, as long as I'm safe, the worse I'll do is let you off at the
next reasonable sized town. Cool?"

"Yeah, that works for me. You know, I was starting to get scared out
there. It was hot, and I had no water."

"I figured as much. So, how come I find a young man like you out here
in the middle of nowhere?"

"Well, I guess it began about two years ago." Michael got worried. He
realized he had been thinking too much with his dick, and his fantasy
of Jeremy's story, locker-room rapes by the football team, after
school lessons by the french teacher, or a secret boyfriend in the
drama club could have just been his own projections onto the tabula
rasa of Jeremy. Just as easily, it could have been some cunt
girlfriend who thought the best way to keep her man was to get
pregnant. Of course, Jeremy was hardly a man's man, but maybe he was
sensitive and gentle in bed. Michael hoped this was not the direction
the story took. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stand the eighteen or
so hours to Dallas, and might have to find a rock to crash
into. Jeremy continued, "I was on a fishing trip with my dad, my
younger brother, and my dad's best friend, Cameron." Michael relaxed
slightly. At least it was all male to start out.

"Where were you? Where were you living at the time?"

"We were living in the desert, probably about hundred miles from
here. Small town. The camp site was way up in the mountains, kinda
remote. We all went there every year." Jeremy continued, "My dad and
Kurt, my brother had gone on a hike, so it was just Cameron and myself
at the camp site. We didn't expect them back for another six hours or
so. Anyway, Cameron suggested we go down to the creek and fish some."

Michael nodded. He had actually slowed down a bit, to make it easier
to hear Jeremy talk.

"We set up the poles, and sat down. The entire point of the trip was
to relax. Cameron had brought a few beers and a joint. We had a beer
and passed the joint back and forth. We were just shooting the breeze
there, enjoying the cold beer, the warm day, that stoned feeling."

"Your Dad know what was going on?" Michael asked.

"Well, he knew about the beer and the joint. Hell, he had brought the
weed. My mom had disappeared when Kurt was five, I was eight. He let
us do pretty much anything. Anyway, fish weren't biting and after
about an hour, Cameron said, 'Fuck, between no fish, and the beer and
weed, I'm horny.' I was too, I had been trying to hide my boner for a
while. I hadn't jerked off in six days, and I usually do it twice a
day. Cam asked me if I wanted to get off with him."

Michael remembered how teenagers were. He was glad he was still about
once a day. Three times with the right ass to fuck. "So, what did you
do?"

"I was horny. I said sure."

"Had you ever jerked off with a guy before?"

"No. But I knew that I liked guys. And I had always looked up to Cam,
so I was good with watching him." Jeremy went on, "Cam unzipped his
pants, and pulled out his dick. He started to stroke it. I had seen
Cam naked a few times, but never getting hard. As he stroked, he asked
if I wanted to join him. I pulled out my dick as well. I was already
pretty hard." Michael glanced at Jeremy and thought he caught a hint
of a bone in the boy's shorts. "And I started to stroke my cock as
well. We basically just sat there by the creek, two guys, jerking
off."

"Which of you had the biggest cock?"

"Oh. Cam. Easily. I'm not very big, only about six inches long."

"That's not bad. What about him?"

"Well, he wasn't much longer than me, maybe six and a half, but it was
really fat. It wasn't quite beer bottle, but he could barely wrap his
hands around it. Maybe the size of a can of red bull. I couldn't help
staring at it; I found my self getting harder just staring at his
dick. He noticed me staring. 'Not too long, but pretty fat, huh?' he
asked me. 'Yeah,' I said. He asked if I wanted to give him a hand."

"And did you?"

"Yeah, I did." Jeremy told him how he first started to just touch
Cam's dick, how warm and alive it felt in his hands. "'Just about the
same size as yours, but a lot thicker, huh?' Cam asked me. I didn't
say anything, just kept on stroking him. I was terrified of it;
playing with another guy's dick. But I also loved it. There was
something about that made me even harder, and I was worried I was
going to shoot right there. 'You like my cock, huh?' Cam said. I was
able to croak out 'Yeah,' I was so nervous and excited. 'That's cool
man. It feels good when you stroke it.' I was still stroking my own
cock at the same time."

"So, did you stroke Cam off?"

"Well, sort of." Jeremy was silent for a second.

"Wait. Did you end up blowing him?"

"Yeah, I did." Jeremy suddenly looked nervous. "Is that cool?" he
asked.

"Hmm." Michael knew he wasn't far off wondering about Jeremy's
interest in guys. He was also pretty sure that he had guaranteed blow
job as soon as this story was done. "I wondered if you were a
cocksucker."

"You know, that's what Cam called me as well."

Something about the way Jeremy phrased that made Michael wonder if
this was a one-off story, or if there was something else. "When was
the last time you got to suck on Cam's cock? How many times did you
get to suck on it?"

"I sucked him off this morning. How many times? Honestly, I don't
know. Like every day for the past two years?" There was hint of pride
in Jeremy's voice at that. He was proud to have gotten off a man that
many times.

"Did you ever talk to him about that first time? Did it just happen
that way? Or had he planned it?"

"Damn. How did you know?"

"Experience, I guess. What had happened?"

"A few weeks earlier, my Dad was out of town for a bit. Cam had stayed
at our place to watch over us. One night, he found a few video clips I
downloaded on our computer. It was of a guy jerking off, so he said he
had figured I must have been hot for guys. On the fishing trip, he had
made sure I never had a chance to jerk off so I was extra horny when
he made his move."

Michael had guessed that was what went down. He had used the same
technique a few times before, to equal success. The guy had invariably
stuck around for a while, eager to get every drop of his cum. "So, how
did he make his move?"

"God. He just asked me, 'You want to suck on it?' I was so horny, I
would have done anything he asked, probably. I leaned over and started
to lick the head of his cock. It was pretty thick, and I had no idea
how I was going to do the whole thing."

"Did you manage to take it all?"

"Not the first time. It took a lot of practice before I was able to
get all of his cock in my mouth."

"But you were able too?"

"Yeah, I can." Jeremy was proud of that ability. He wondered if
Cameron was missing him. Normally about this time, he'd be coming back
from school, and stopping by Cam's apartment. Within minutes, Jeremy
would be on his knees, his nose buried in Cameron's pubic hair,
working his cock over. There was a comfort in having a dick in his
mouth. He knew he was good at getting a guy off, and Cameron loved to
be edged for a long time. In his own way, Cameron also let Jeremy know
that he enjoyed getting off. "Anyway, he suggested I get down on my
knees, it would be a better position for both of us. I kneeled down in
front of him, and tried to get the shaft into my mouth."

Michael was impressed by Cam. He had gotten Jeremy on his knees,
sucking his dick with almost no work at all. Of course, it was clear
that Jeremy was pretty eager for a chance to suck dick, but still,
Cameron played him perfectly. "So, you suck him off?"

"Yeah, I ended up getting him off. I must have spent like ten minutes
working on his shaft. At first, I kept on trying to wrap my mouth all
the way around his cock and go down. Finally, Cam said to just work on
the head, which was a lot easier for me. I could get all of that in my
mouth, and not have trouble."

"Were you gagging on it? or what?"

"No, I've never gagged on a dick before. His was just thick, I
couldn't open my mouth up wide enough."

"You've sucked other guys?"

"Yeah. But that's still in the future. So, I was on my knees, sucking
off Cam. He was leaking pre-cum the entire time, and I didn't even
think twice about swallowing it. I had read a lot of stories, seen
clips on the computer. It didn't bother me that much. As I was sucking
him off, Cam said, 'If you want, you can jerk off.' I had been trying
not to touch myself, a little worried about what Cam would think, but
when he said he was cool, I pulled out my cock and started to stroke
as well."

"So, how long did you suck him off?"

"It wasn't that long. I think he was about as horny as I was, since he
hadn't had a chance to get off either. It was probably only about two
or three minutes before he started getting really close"

"You could tell?"

"Yeah. He started to moan and say how close he was getting."

"Did you pull off? Or stay on his cock?"

"I stayed on him. He put his hand on the back of my head. There was
enough pressure to keep me on, to let me know that I probably didn't
have a choice but to take his load in my mouth. I was getting pretty
close myself, stroking my cock, and trying to get more of his shaft in
my mouth." Michael took a peek at Jeremy next to him; there was
definitely a lump in his shorts as he was telling his story. "As he
started to shoot, I shot my own load as well, I was so turned on by
sucking him off. Both of us had a huge load."

"Did you swallow his load?"

"Yeah, I did. I didn't know what else I could do. Besides, I thought
it was hot that he had cum in my mouth. I tried to suck out the very
last drop of his cum, getting all of it. After I milked it dry, and
jerked out the last of my load, Cameron said, 'Damn. That was a good
blow job.' He told me he hadn't gotten blown in a few years. Most
girls couldn't get their mouth around his cock."

"How did that make you feel?"

"I dunno. He said I was a good cocksucker. I immediately said I wasn't
a cocksucker, but he said that I had just swallowed his cum, and even
cum while I was blowing him. As far as he was concerned, that made me
a cocksucker." Jeremy went on, "He also told me to be careful about my
dad. 'Hey, I'm cool with you being a cocksucker. But you gotta be
careful around your dad. He'd flip if he ever found out.' It was like
he had planned that line. When we got back to camp, my Dad and Kurt
were back. He had gotten stopped by a forest ranger, who had seen his
beer. The ranger gave him a ticket, and my dad was just raging about
that fucking cocksucker giving him the ticket."

"That must have been weird, you just having blown Cameron."

"Yeah. He must had said 'cocksucking bastard' and how he would 'kill
the cocksucker," ten times in less than five minutes. At one point,
Cam was standing behind him, facing me. He grabbed his crotch and
winked at me. Kurt was off in the tent, thank god. I nearly turned red
with embarrassment."

So far, Jeremy's tale didn't seem that bad to Michael. Yeah, an older guy
had basically manipulated Jeremy into sucking him off, but Jeremy had
enjoyed it. Jeremy was pretty comfortable with what he enjoyed, and they
both had gotten off. Michael reached over and rubbed the boy's head. He
didn't resist the touch, and even leaned in slightly. The short spiky hair
was soft. "So, how did you end up here?  How did the rest of the camping
trip go?"