Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 16:11:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rural Road

Mac had a long drive ahead of him. He had left one town and had an 80
mile drive before he could flop on a too hard or too soft motel bed and
relax. But he had business there. He only hoped the place had a motel.

He dialed his cell phone to find out, but there was no service. The idea
of swimming laps to help his body calm down then he would rest better.
Mac thought about food too, but with his luck even the local McDonald's,
if there was one, would be closed.

He liked McDonalds in these rural town, cause he could be friendly with
the local teenagers without arousing suspicions. Mac would knew he was
flirting but the kids usually didn't. And in fact they usually welcomed
the attention after hours of boring overweight mothers ordering big macs
for their numerous and often loud kids.

Once in a long while, one of these presumed innicents were not innocent
at all. And he'd get a knock on the door. That happened more then once,
since he always mentioned the motel he where he was staying.

One kid only a week ago showed up with bags of food and asked about the
pool. So he and the teen ended up swimming, laughing, eating and having
sex.  Fortunately he was in a state where 17 was legal age for consenting
to sex.

Mac was always careful and had been known to turn down a normally
welcomed night of intimacy because the boy was underage. He wouldn't take
a chance though he lay awake for hours thinking about the kids body in
his speedos he had used to swim earlier.

At least the air conditioning worked on his rental car and even though he
had the top down, the cool air kept him comfortable enough and the sun
would back his shirtless shoulders and chest. Mac had done drives like
this often enough that sun block was part of his travel supplies.

The highway ahead of hims seemed endless. The heat radiated making the
wavy view near hypnotic. So the sight of a stick figure along side of the
road many miles ahead wasn't presumed to be anything other then a tree or
sign or some other discarded object.

Mac chuckled thinking of the number of couches and other furniture he
passed by on these otherwise vacant highways, Who would drive into the
middle of nowhere to get rid of such trash? Or perhaps they flew off the
roof or trailer beds of people too lazy to stop and go back to recover
their precious possessions.

He maintained his speed. It was above speed limit of course and Mac never
worried about some plane flying over head that might be tracking his
speed. It cost the states more money to go after isolated speeders like
him then it was worth.

The indistinct figure began to get larger as he drove on. The top half
seemed reddis and the bottom half black of blue. Mac wondered if in the
middle of this god forsaken stretch of asphalt there was actually a
hitchhiker.

Hitchhikers had diminished over the years. He wasn't sure it was due to
laws or the many murders that had gotten publisized. Missing kid's whos
pictures emblasoned the milk cartons were often traced to having
hitchhiked and then disappeared. Their remains found in the deserts or
beside otherwise abandoned highways like this one.

It was definately a male. The to half was a bare torso and the bottom
half trousers. There was a knapsack of somekind on the ground next to
him. And since there was no brush nearby, no hidden additional passengers
anywhere.

Mac's imagination always bloomed scenarios as he took these long drives.
Perhaps the guy would ride with him and get him to stop somewhere where
others would be waiting.

There were no plance overhead. No traffic ahead or behind.

The hitchiker had long hair, which reflected the sun.

"A blonde" Mac said.

He had picked up blondes before. They would be stoners, or nice innocent
hitchers, runaways now and then, even women would sometimes be there. At
least he got some conversation and company for the miled he had to drive.

If they looked dubious, rough, or otherwise threatening, he passed them
by relunctantly muttering "better to be safe then sorry" to himself but
feeling guilty for leaving them on the usually empty roads. But some
trucker would probably come along and they's be rescued.

"Lucky truckers" he thought. He knew more then one that relished in
talkintg bout the sex they had with hitchhikers, females and male.

"Shit" Mac muttered.

The hitchhiker was a kid..or at least a young man. There was a skateboard
sticking out of his knapsack. His jeans were so low on his hips that Mac
swore he could see the boys pubic hair line.

The sun bounced off the metal that was on or in his left nipple. Mac had
slowed down automatically to see if he wanted to stop. His cock was
already hardening.

"Where you goin?" Mac felt stupid asking. He knew the answer was
"anywhere" before the kid uttered it.

"Shit man you're burning up. Want some sun block stuff?" Mac offered as
the kid got in.

The kid thanked him and asked him to smooth some on his back.

Mac was in heaven sitting in his convertible on this empty road. The kid
turned away and pulled his jeans down further so Mac could spread the
lotion as low as possible. The kid didn't say anything as Mac's fingers
went across the top of his buttock cleavage.

"Want me to do your front too?" Mac asked knowing the kid might call him
a name and get out.

"Naw I can do it" he said Mac nodded daring not to offer what he wanted
to offer.

"But you can watch" the kid smiled. Mac laughed knowing the kid was
saying it was ok.

He did watch as the kid spread the lotion all over his reddened chest and
told him how a trucker had given him a ride and then kicked him out when
he wouldn't let the man fuck him.

He talked matter of factly, not to shock Mac but really recounting
incident. So Mac knew it was real.

"Want me to jack off for you?" the kid asked. He had opened his jeans and
was spreading loation on his lower stomach and on his cock and balls.

"Shit man it feels good..need a shower I guess" he said.

Mac wanted to watch but he wanted to get driving too.

"Uh prefer to do that for you if you want" Mac offered.

"Can we get to where we're going first?" the kid, who had identified
himself as Jason, asked.

He probaby wanted to make sure Mac was going to take him where he wanted
to go Mac thought.

"Sure" Mac said and started the car to continue the journey. Knowing that
at some point he might be able to wrap his hands around the youths hard
cock certainly made the miles fly by. Yet he knew once they got into the
next twon, the boy was apt to jump out and take off without fulfilling
his promise.

Jason had graduated. His father kicked him out.

"for what?" Mac asked.

"oh you know" Jason said and talked on. He had two sisters, one pregnant
and unmarried and the other too young to kow what was going on. His
mother drank and had run away once but returned despite his father's
abuse. It was not a unique story. Mac had heard it before from his
hitchhiking or occasional friends since he first began this sales route.

"What about you?" Jason asked. That astounded Mac. Usually these kids
never asked about him. Mac began his story making sure he included somet
higns he hoped would interest Jason.

"Surfed for awhile, tried to do that professionally" Mac integrated
fantasy with truth as he talked "Had to make a living and took this sales
gig. Takes me all over, but still live in California"

Jason seemed interested in California asking details about how close to
the ocean he lived, whether he lived alone or not. Mac expected him to
add the usual "I've always wanted to go to California" but Jason didn't.

"Hey only fifty miles, god I can't wait. I hope the place has a pool" Mac
honestly said hoping to get a reaction out of Jason.

"Me too" he said and nothing more.

Mac wondered if his weekend was going to include his new friend or not.

"UH where are you going after we hit the town?" Mac asked.

"Shit man I don't know, just keep goin I guess" Jason said "Mind if I
take off these jeans, I got shorts on" Jason didn't wait for permission.
He was moving his jeans down his legs as Mac looked over to repsond.

He wore boxer shorts with smiley faces all over them.

"Cute shorts" Mac said smiling.

"Belonged to the guy that , that my Dad found" Jason stammered.

Visions of some bear like man, carring a beer bottle going into his sons
bedroom in some trailer emerged in Mac's head. Seeing the boy having sex
with another guy wearing those smiley face covered boxers. Hearing the
father cursing and threatening, maybe even hitting the guy. Seeing Jason
stuffing his things into a backpack as his father stood there contuing to
yell and telling him to get out, call him names like queer bastard and
otehrs filled Mac's fertile imagination.

"Did he abuse you?" Mac asked expressing genuine care in the boys
difficult background.

"You mean hit me or fuck me?" Jason asked, "both" he didn't wait for a
reply.

"So how can he call you queer?" Mac began to feel outrage at the man's
behavior the man he didn't really know but knew about from plenty of
similar stories.

"He never did that, he just didn't want me fucking around with other men"
Jason said.

Mac tought this was a new wrinkle in the story he hadn't heard.

"Before you ask the answer is 13. He started messin with me then. I'm 17
now" Jason said with a sigh. He had told this story before and seemed
tired of it.

"Oh I'm sorry. Didnt' mean to pry. It's just..well I've known guys who
were kicked out by their fathers for all sorts of ...." Mac was
apologizing.

"It's cool. I guess he knew I was gay..somehow. Most people can't tell,
could you?" Jason looked at him. Mac glanced from his driving to see the
innocent, smooth face, green eyes and young expression of wanting to hear
what he wanted to hear.

"No" Mac answered honestly. The kid was as masculine as any 17 year old
he knew. And that excited him.

"Well we're here" the sign saying "Welcome to Barttleston" reinforced his
statement.

Mac knew that he next question would tell him what the weekend would be
like. "Want to crash with or are you moving on?"

Jason was pullin on his jeans. So Mac was ready for the answer he didnt'
want to hear.

"Uh I don't have any money for dinner or anything..well not too much
money. I got to save as much as I can" Jason was asking a question that
Mac gladly answered.

"Don't worry, I have an expense account. We can eat big, no sweat. And if
you don't have swimshorts I'm sure we can find some somewhere" Mac knew
his spare pair of speedos in boys size he kept for such emergencies would
come in handy.

"I got some in my pack" Jason said "love to swim. Besides you owe me a
hand job".

Mac laughed. The weekend would go by too fast. He and his young weekend
ward would swim, share a shower, probably manipulate each other to orgasm
more then once, if the kid welecomed him, kissing, massage, cuddling and
other variations of sex would interupt whatever time they would spend
swmming and eating.

It was ten o'clock on Sunday when Jason rested his head on Mac's hairy
chest. He had admried the grey hairs there before and now he fingered
them.

"Where are you going after tomorrow?" Jason asked before Mac approached
the future plans the boy might have.

"Got a few days here doing sales stuff, then if all goes well, I get to
go home"

"To California?" Jason asked as he kissed Mac's belly and his half hard
penis.

"Yea" there was silend before Mac added "wanna come along?"

Jason couldn't answer, his mouth was full.