Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2005 18:43:18 -0400
From: Reprobate <rprob8@hotmail.com>
Subject: HitchHikers-Encountered-3

HitchHikers Encountered #3
by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com)

Hitchhiker #3 - After the Christmas Party

(Okay ... I admit that parts of this are fictional ... but the beginning,
the end and some of the middle of the story are totally true.  I will let
you decide which parts are fiction)

I had worked extra late one night in December.  It had been snowing most of
the evening and it was a slow drive home.  I was driving through the small
city south of where I lived at about 3 AM.  There were virtually no cars on
the road so I was really surprised when I saw a guy standing on the other
side of the major intersection for the east-west highway that crossed the
north-south one I was on.  As my light turned green ... the guy moved out
from the snowbank and stuck out his thumb.

He was completely bundled up and had collected a nice bit of snow on
himself.  I felt sorry for the guy and decided to pick him up ... he must
have been standing there an hour or more to be covered the way he was.  I
stopped right beside him and he shook and brushed as much snow off himself
as he could ... and then he collapsed into the passenger seat.  I pulled
further off the highway for a few minutes and turned on my interior light.
As I looked him over I put the heat on full blast.  The guy looked half
frozen.  I asked him where he was headed and he told me the town that I
lived on the outskirts of.  I asked him if he like coffee and he nodded yes
... so I poured what was left in my thermos that I drank on my way down to
work in the morning into this mug I had handy that plugs into the cigarette
lighter and it kind of "flash heats" it.  A couple minutes later he was
warming his hands with the mug and drinking sips of the now reasonably hot
coffee.

"Gee thanks mister" he said "I thought I was going to die out there.  I've
been standing there for about 2 hours.  Everything within walking distance
closed down because of the storm."

I asked him where he was coming from ... and he replied "Company Christmas
Party.  They had it at a bowling alley ... big fuckin' whoop.  But then
they had dancing, a buffet and a bar afterwards.  I had taken enough money
with me for a taxi home.  I had been told it was an "open bar" a few days
ago ... so it really caught me by surprise when I got there and I was told
we had to pay for our own drinks.  I bought a few and then realised I had
just used my taxi money.  Stupid ... I know."

He had stopped shaking from the cold by then and the car was so hot he took
off his hat and unzipped his jacket and spread it a bit.  He hadn't been
wearing gloves and his hands still looked as if they were really cold.  So
as he rubbed his hands in the air coming from one of the vents, I took my
first good look at my passenger.  He looked like he was about 22 or so,
pretty well built and as my eyes wandered down his body .. I saw that his
jeans looked like they were painted on with a real healthy bulge in his
crotch.  The jeans he had on were obviously his "good jeans" and he wore a
dress shirt under a pullover sweater.  His coat was definitely made for
winter and so were his boots ... which is probably the only reason he
didn't freeze to death standing out there.

Seeing that his color was returning to normal and he didn't seem to have
any lasting effects (if he hadn't improved as he had I would have turned
right at that intersection and taken him to the hospital that was a few
miles east) ... I turned off the interior light, put the car in gear and
started on up the highway again.  Not one car had passed us in either
direction since I had stopped and let the guy in my car.  I found that very
strange ... very unusual, even for a stormy night.

He asked me what I was doing on the road so late in a storm, and I told him
I had some work I had to finish up.  It was either finish it up that night
or drive back down on Saturday or Sunday to finish it ... and I like to
keep my weekends for myself.  I asked him what his job was and he said he
worked in a warehouse lifting 100 pound boxes from here to there all day.
I told him he looked pretty well built and that I guess his job helped
build him up.  Yeah, he said, kept his body pretty fit but by then end of
his shift he was totally wiped out.  Not as bad in the winter as in the
summer though, he said.  No airconditioning in the warehouse.  I could only
imagine how much sweating he would do given our summers with its heat and
humidity.

He looked me over with a cursory glance ... the only light coming from the
dashboard.  I was wearing a dress shirt open about 3 buttons down having
discarded my tie into the back seat with my attache case when I got in the
car ... and had on a pair of dress slacks and dress shoes.  I hated boots
... even in winter.  And I liked having my shirts altered when I bought
them so they were tapered to better fit my build (56" chest, 36" waist)
... and had my slacks altered as well.  To get slacks big enough through
the thighs I sometimes had to buy them a few inches bigger through the
waist and hips ... so they got altered so they looked better on me.  And I
guess it wasn't a bad display for the young guy ... let him know I didn't
have a gut on me anyway.

He says, "you look to be pretty well built too for a guy your age and being
a desk jockey and all"

"Gee thanks kid, how would you like to walk from here" I said with a
chuckle.

"I'm sorry" he said with a laugh "I didn't mean that the way it sounded.
But you know what I mean, right?"

"Yeah ... its okay" I said with a smile. "I have been weight lifting since
I was 12, and I do it as often as I can still.  But due to work I only get
the chance once or twice a week now."

As we finishing up our "mutual admiration society" observations, I saw
ahead on the highway a bunch of flashing red, white, blue and orange
lights.  As I drew closer I could see police cars, roads department
vehicles and a fire department emergency services truck all blocking the
way ahead.  I pulled up an stopped beside a police officer that came
walking towards me.

"What's going on Officer?" I asked.

"The highway is completely impassable ahead due to the storm.  You are
either going to have to turn around ... or there is a detour but its going
to take about an hour to take it and come back onto the highway above the
closed area."  Said the cop.  He then suddenly leaned down to look closer
at me.

"Is your name Peter?" he asked.

"Yes ... how did you ...?" and then he removed his hat and I recognised a
guy from my hometown that I remembered from my youth.  "Geez ... Clint
.. how are you?  When did you transfer down to this area?" I asked.

"About 2 years ago.  Different force, better pay ... away from a town
that's far too small and nosey.  You know the drill.  Gawd, its good seeing
you after ... what is it?  Almost 20 years?"

"Yeah ... must be.  So I heard you got married."

"Oh yeah ... high school sweetheart and all that.  You remember Ruth
.. don't you?  Oh sure you do, she's like your 4th cousin or something
isn't she.  Well, we have 3 kids now ... oldest almost ready for college.
You still single?"  he said.

"Oh yes ... I think by now I can be considered pretty much a confirmed
bachelor."

"Say ... who's your buddy? " he asked, seemingly just noticing I had a
passenger

"I just picked him up half frozen back at the 4 corners.  He lives in the
town I live on the outskirts of."

"You are a lucky guy" Clint said to my passenger "all the highways around
here have just been closed.  So Peter here probably saved you from becoming
somebodies lawn ornament" Flashing my passenger a joking smile.

"So" Clint continued to me "you turning back or taking the detour"

I told him "the detour" and he told me how far I had to drive east to find
a north-south road that was still open.  I knew the route so we said our
good-byes with promises to get in touch with each other (which never
happened) and off my passenger and I went.  He had seemed to no hurry to
give me his name, and he now knew my name is Peter ... so if he wanted to
tell me his name, he could when he was ready.  After all ... we had another
hour in the car to get back to the highway ... and probably another 20 or
30 minutes before we got to town after that.

We had only gone a few miles down the detour when he said "Could you maybe
pull over for a few minutes?  I have to piss like a race horse.  Guess its
those drinks I had at the party."

"Sure" I said "I was actually thinking I had to stop for a piss anyway."

So I pulled over, put the car in Park, and we both got out of the car .. me
walking around to the passenger side out of habit more than anything.  We
both unzipped, and I could see his profile from the glare of the headlights
reflecting back off the snow.  As soon as he hauled his dick out he let out
a satisfied sign ... he hadn't even started pissing yet.  His dick looked
to be about 7 inches completely soft and its profile looked great.
Meanwhile I was still trying to get ahold of mine to pull it out of my fly.

He must of glanced over because he said "What's the matter ... can't find
it?" he said with a chuckle as his piss started hitting the snowbank.

"That's about it ... I am sorry to admit" I said with a smile in my voice
"I have a small dick to begin with ... but when the cold hits it .. it
practically disappears.  Takes a bit of effort to pull the damned thing
out.  Unlike yours ... obviously"

"Yeah well ... in these pants its practically bursting out at the seams.
Bought these pants last year but I must have added some pounds or
something.  I feel like they are cutting me in half ... but they are the
only good pants I had to wear tonight."  he said ... still pissing out a
real good stream.

During this ... I had found my shrivelled dick, peed as much as I had to
and was just shaking off the last few drops.  As I finished zipping myself
up ... he had finished shaking his off and was literally stuffing it back
into his pants and zipping up with a little difficulty.  Gawd, I thought,
those pants are tighter than I thought they were.

Getting back into the car we set off down the road again.  We started
talking about his Christmas Party and he started sharing some details of
the bowling and dancing and the food.  He had gone to the party by himself
because he and his girlfriend had just split up ... and he had no one else
to take.  Then he started telling me about a coworkers wife who he slow
danced with and he was remembering in graphic details who she was rubbing
her pelvis into his ... far more than a married woman should have been.  He
got uncomfortable, especially because her husband, his friend and coworker
was sitting right at the edge of the dance floor ... and it seemed every
time she ground her pelvis into his .. her husband was getting angrier.  So
he cut the dance short and took her back to her table where her husband
angrily handed her a glass of something and told her to cool off.  Then the
husband looked at him and put out his hand to shake his ... and said
"Thanks.  That wasn't your fault".  To which my passenger was greatly
relieved to learn the husband saw what was really going on and that he
wasn't putting the moves on his wife.

"Ahh shit" my passenger suddenly blurts out ... strongly enough to make me
jump.

"What's the matter?" I ask.

"Talking about all that kind of got me a little excited"

"Yeah ... so.  I don't blame you.  The way you told it ... it caused me to
inflate a bit"

"But you've got room to grow in your pants.  I felt like I was being cut in
2 before ... and now that that things has got a bit excited ... its really
painful.  Look, I don't want to offend you or nothing, but would you mind
turning down your dash lights a bit?  I have to undo these pants for a
while.  That is ... if you don't mind."

"Well ... the dash lights are as low as they'll go without me turning them
off ... and I'd rather be able to see the instrument panel and readings,
especially on a night like this." and with that I showed him the next
position shut the dashlights off.

"Okay well ... guess I will just have to try to stand it until I get home.
Damned pants" he said, a little disappointment evident in his voice.

I told him "Look, as far as I am concerned, do what you have to do in order
to make yourself comfortable.  I don't care ... it won't bother me.  And if
you are bashful, don't worry about it that either because I couldn't look
even if I wanted to.  With the roads the way they are and the weather the
way it is, if I look away just at the wrong instant you, me and the car
will all be plowing into the ditch.  So you don't have to worry about me
looking at you."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure.  Just do what you have to, to be comfortable.  No problem."

I heard him grunt a bit, I guess undoing the top button, and then I heard
the zipper ... and little satisfied "ahhhhh ... a wee bit better" come from
the passenger seat.

"Better?"  I ask.

"Yeah ... a bit." He was quiet for a minute or two and I felt like he was
looking right at me ... but I was keeping my eyes on the road.  It was just
too treacherous to take my eyes off the road or my hands of the steering
wheel.

Then he says "You really aren't going to look."

"No ... I couldn't even if I wanted to" And oh how I wanted to, but I
wasn't going to admit that to him.

"And you did say do what I had to do to be comfortable ... right?"

"Yes I did ... and I meant it.  We are going to be in this car for at least
90 more minutes.  So whatever you gotta do .. do it."

"Okay ... just don't get offended and throw me into a snowbank some place."

"I won't get offended.  Promise"

I can hear him moving and in my peripheral vision I can see a movement down
about his mid-thigh.  Guess he had to let everything out to be comfortable,
I thought with a smile.

"Now that is definitely better.  Nothing squashed up any more.  Thanks
Peter."

Now that he had finally used my name, I thought it was okay to ask his .."
So ... you know my name .... so what's yours?"

"Paul"

"Pleased to meet you Paul"

We passed some more time just chatting about nothing in particular ... but
I could hear Paul seemingly constantly fidgeting.  I found it very
distracting to my driving ... so I finally asked him ...

"Is something wrong with your car seat or something?  I hear you fidgeting
and its distracting me.  What's up?"

"Well, I keep trying to find a way to cover myself up ... and its not
working,"

"Why?  Are you cold?  I can turn the heat up more."

"No, I am warm enough.  Its just ...."

"Just what?" I ask when he went silent.

"I am awfully embarrassed and self conscious sitting here like this."

"Why?  I told you I wouldn't look."  I said

"Yeah, I know ... but I feel weird" he confessed.

"I don't know what I can do or say more than I have to make you feel more
comfortable or less weird"

"Well ... there might be one thing you could do.  But its asking a lot and
I don't want you thinking I am a pervert or gay or anything."

Curious now, I said "What's your idea?  And don't worry.  If I don't like
it I am not going to freak on you." I said with a smile.

After a lot of umming and pauses, he finally blurts out "If you were like I
am."

"What do you mean if I were like you are ... what do you mean?"  I decided
to play especially dump.

"Well ... if you would take your pants down a bit too so you would be just
as exposed as I am."

"Actually, if I did that I would be more exposed than you are.  I am just
as bashful as you are ... maybe more.  But if I took mine down, you could
look at me all you want ... but I still couldn't look at you without
running the risk of putting us into the ditch."

"Yeah ... I see what you mean.  Guess That's not such a good idea then.
Sorry."  and again I detected a little disappointment in his voice.

Soon he started fidgeting again ... and again I found it distracting.

Somewhat exasperated, I said "Fine ... okay ... if it will stop you from
fidgeting and causing me to lose concentration on my driving ... Fine
.. Okay ... whatever.  I will just have to deal with my own embarrassment.
I will pull over as soon as I can see where they've plowed the shoulder."

"I haven't seen a plowed shoulder since we stopped to pee.  They are only
plowing the road itself along here.  How be you undo your pants and I can
help you slip them down."

"OK" I said "I think I can do that.  At least the snow is letting up and
this section of road seems almost clear."

So I reached down, undid my belt and the top button on my slacks ... but I
couldn't get my zipper with one hand.

"Okay" I continued " I have done what I could do with one hand ... the rest
is up to you."

So he reached over and pulled my slacks fabric straight out so he could get
the zipper undone.  When he reached further across my front to grab my
slacks waist on both sides of the zipper he told me to lift, which I did a
bit, and he slipped my slacks and briefs down to mid-thigh.  Then he
straightened up again.

"No fair" he said " you have long shirt tails so you are still fully
covered.

"Ok ... fix them so you think its fair"

My shirt tails are extra long ... so they did pretty much still cover me to
mid-thigh.  He reached over and undid 2 or 3 buttons and spread the shirt
tails on either side of my hips.

"Better now?" I asked sarcastically with a smile.

"Yeah.  I know it seems weird the two of us sitting here like this ... but
I am feeling more comfortable with both of us like this instead of just
me."

After a short silence, Paul says "I see what you meant when you said you
had to find your dick ... I can't see it at all.  But gawd ... you sure do
have a lot of hair.  Are you like that all over?"

"Yup ... all over.  But this is cheating ... you are looking at me."

"I know ... sorry ... just curious."

"Its still not fair when I can't look at you too.  I admit I am a little
curious about you too.  I don't mind the two of us sitting like this
... but it feel strange knowing you can look at me at any time.  Guess its
bringing out my bashfulness.  But I guess I will survive it."

There was a really long pause in the conversation as we drove through a
section with multiple snowdrifts across the road ... and then the pavement
cleared again and I once again felt some of the tension from driving in the
storm ease from my muscles.

"I know .... I can see you but you can't see me right?"

"Right" I said.

"This is going to sound really weird again ... so don't get upset."

"I won't" I promised for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

"You could always do a Helen Keller"

"A what?" I asked, this time genuinely baffled.

"You know, Helen Keller, the blind girl ... she learned to see things with
her hands.  When we are on a safer stretch of road ... you could feel
around down there on me and get an idea what I look like.  Then maybe my
being able to see you won't feel as weird for you."

Inwardly, I screamed YES ... but kept my enthusiasm from my passenger.  I
said "You mean you want me to feel you up down there with my hand ... so I
can supposedly see what you look like?  You sure you aren't trying to get a
cheap thrill at my expense? "

"I told you I am not gay or anything.  I don't WANT you feeling up my goods
... I just figured this is the only way you could feel more comfortable
sitting like that for what ... another hour or so?  You've done everything
for me so I can be comfortable.  Just figured it was only fair."

"Well ... this is going a little beyond weird ... even for me.  But if you
think me doing that to you will help make me feel less uncomfortable.  Lets
try it ... see if it works".

We were on a pretty clear patch of road ... so I took my right hand off the
wheel, holding it in mid-air, and said "Okay, put my hand where you think
it needs to be"

Without hesitation, he grabbed my hand and brought it down on his soft
penis ... and then quickly pulling my hand away again.

Gasping, he said "Damn ... your hand is cold."

"Of course it is ... I've been hanging onto a damned cold steering wheel
for how long now?"

"Well ... can't you warm up your hand some how first?"

I brought my hand to my mouth and blew into my cupped fingers for a minute
or so ... then held my hand out again for him to set down where he wanted
it.  This time ... he set it on his pubic bush ... and then let go of my
hand.  I moved my hand down, still keeping my eyes on the road, and felt
his still soft penis.  I traced my fingers along the top of it to its head,
I was right, he was circumcised.  I ran my finger around his cockhead
... and then encircled my fingers around it and gently moved down the full
length to Paul's bush.  I could hear Paul's breath catch a bit ... and then
when I applied a tighter gripped and moved my hand back to the head ... he
couldn't stifle the moan that escaped his lips.  I felt a slight thickening
in his cock, so I moved the approximately 7 fat inches to lay on his thigh
as my hand went down to explore what I found to be a fairly large hairy
sack with two good sized testicles inside.  I weighed them in my hand,
massaging first one and then the other, and then cupped my hand to rub the
whole package.  Another catch in Paul's breathing and his cock jumped a bit
to knock against my hand.  Still soft ... but thickening.  I ran my fingers
down across his perineum and rubbed there a bit before I let a finger
venture further to rub his tight, and no doubt virgin, pucker ... which
caused Paul to spread his legs further unconsciously and emit another quiet
moan.  Drawing my fingers back up ... I again took hold of his not quite
semi hard cock ... and gave it a couple more examination strokes .. causing
him to catch his breath a couple more times in the process.  With his next
quiet moan ... I snatched my hand away and put it back onto the steering
wheel.

"That whole thing was just a ruse, wasn't it?"  I said with false anger
"You just suggested I do that so you could get a cheap thrill.  When I
agreed to that ... I didn't think you were going to enjoy it.  I thought it
was just to satisfy my own curiosity."

"It was, it was, I'm sorry.  Really.  I am sorry.  I just didn't realize
your hand would feel so nice down there.  No one except me and my doctor
have ever touched me down there ... and the doctors hands sure didn't move
around like yours did."

I could tell by his voice that he was being sincere.  But I decided to ride
him a bit more ... this was kind of fun.

"Bull shit I am the only person to touch you down there.  What are you
.. 22?  You said you just broke up with your girl friend ... didn't she
touch you there?"

"No ... she never did.  She refused to.  She always wanted me to rub her
tits and she would put my hand down her panties so I could play with her
down there ... but she refused to touch me.  Ever.  And her and I, we have
been going out since we were 14 ... and I am 21 ... so 7 years.  And I am
still a goddamn virgin.  Can you believe it?  21 and a goddamn virgin.
That's why I broke it off with her finally.  I should have done it years
ago.  She was always getting her "Big O" and I went home with blue balls."

I thought he was going to start crying when he continued "And I didn't
think it would feel nice have you touch me down there.  Its not supposed to
feel nice except when a girl does it.  I don't know why it felt so good
... is there something wrong with me?  Dang it ... the thing is still
almost stiff so I must have enjoyed it.  Does that make me gay or
something?"

He was so genuinely surprised by his own body's reaction he was totally
unprepared for the experience ... I felt I had to calm him down before he
really did start to cry.

"Its okay Paul ... its okay.  No you are not gay because my feeling you
down there felt good.  I was just teasing you ... its a perfectly normal
reaction to find anyone touching you like I did feels real good ... and
that you get a wee bit excited.  If you didn't get excited by my touch at
your age ... then I would have been worried." I said with a reassuring
smile in my voice.

"You sure?  You aren't mad then?" he asked

"No Paul ... I am not mad.  And I am sorry I pretended to be ... it was
meant as a joke.  If I had known you were as inexperienced as you are .. I
never would have done it.  Please forgive me."

Paul calmed himself down ... and was silent for a bit while my words sunk
in.

Then he said "Ok ... I forgive you.  I can see how it might have been funny
if I was more experienced."

I gave a sigh of relief.  Last thing I wanted to do was have this young man
mad at me all because of a lame attempt at humor.

Paul continued "But now" and I could hear the smile in his voice "you seem
to be one up on me."

"How is that?" I queried "You can see me just by looking over at me and I
just saw you with my fingers.  How do you figure I am one up on you?"

"Well you used your fingers to see my dick and my balls ... and you even
went a bit further to rub my butt hole which is not exactly something I can
see on you.  And when it comes right down to it ... I can look over at you
and your pants are down to where mine are but your dick and your balls are
still covered by all you hair ... so it isn't as if I can really see them."

"I guess there is some truth in that.  So what do you want to do now .. see
me like a blind person would?  You sure you are not trying to pack in as
many cheap thrills as you can into this ride?"

"I guess I am just curious ... about what you really look like down there.
Find that cock that seems to be hiding and see what its like."

"Okay ... fair is fair I guess.  But if you decide to do this ... don't
freak out if I get a hardon.  I am old enough to know what my reaction is
when someone is feeling around down there." I said with a smile.

Paul blows in his hands to warm them up a bit, then scoots over a bit so he
doesn't have to stretch as far ... then his hand is rubbing through my
pubic hair, down across my small ball sack and back up to part my bush and
he sees my cockhead for the first time.  He runs his index finger around
the head and then points his thumb and two fingers down, grasping my
cockhead between them and gently pulls outwards.

"There it is" Paul exclaims in victory. "Geez ... it really does like to
hide right down in there doesn't it?"

"Yeah ... it does" I said a little breathlessly because Paul's constantly
changing grip and his stroking is causing me to become full hard very
quickly.

When I was full hard ... Paul shifted his attention to my ball sack,
rubbing it and its contents for a while and then he let his finger rub down
to my pucker ... doing to me what I had done to him ... just rubbing his
finger around my asshole's exterior without trying to penetrate at all.  I
could see that our turn was coming up and the road leading up to it wasn't
good ... so I reluctantly moved Paul's hand away so I could again fully
concentrate on the road.

"Why'd you do that?" Paul asked ... but then looked out the windshield and
answered his own question.

I slowed to a crawl and made the turn ... no problem.  About a half mile
past the turn the road cleared again.

Paul and I started to talk again.  I asked him about his cock ... how much
bigger does it get when its fully hard?  He said he might get a half inch
bigger ... but he was pretty much the same size hard or soft.  I said he
was a lucky guy and that I wished mine was like that.

He said "Your's is fine ... if it would just stop trying to hide."

And then he reached back over and grabbed my softening cock and gave it a
few more pulls bringing it to full hard again.  I let a groan out as he
gently pumped my cock ... and another when he let me go to sit on his own
side again.

"There ... now its not trying to hide again.  Felt good, did it?" and once
again I could hear the smile in his words.

I sensed Paul was leaning back against the door which meant his crotch was
pretty much turned towards me ... so I unexpectedly reached over and
immediately landed on his cock, gripped it firmly and started pumping it
gently but with purpose.  He didn't try to move my hand ... and in a few
well practiced strokes, Paul's cock was full hard and he was moaning.  I
pulled my hand away to once again grip the steering wheel.

"Felt good, did it?"  I said with a smile.

"Point taken ... and gawd yes it felt good.  I never thought someone else's
hand on my dick would feel so much better than my own.  It blows me away."

"I know what you mean." I admitted.  Then I continued "You know whats
really blowing me away?"

"No ... what?"

"Here we are, 2 guys who were practically strangers a couple hours ago,
riding through a snow storm on rotten roads, both of us with our pants down
... and feeling each others hard cocks.  And apparently enjoying it" I
laughed.

Paul bellowed out his laughter ... laughed so hard I thought he was going
to start crying.

Slowly he got his laughter under control and said "Yeah ... and if someone
had said a few hours ago that this is how my night would end up I probably
would have beat the crap out of him.  How did we get like this anyway?"

"It is your fault" I said "You and your too tight pants"

"Oh yeah right.  Well, lets not ever tell anyone about this.  Deal?"

"Deal" I said.

We chatted again about nothing and when he saw my dick start to shrink back
into its hiding place ... without a word he would reach over and jack it
until it was full hard again.  And occasionally I would reach over to play
with his equipment for a while.  We made the turn onto the road that would
take us back to the highway and then home.  All the time just talking away
and continuing to reach over to play with each other long enough to bring
each of us back to full hard again ... but nothing more.

Finally we made the turn onto the main highway once more ... and just then
realising in all the time we were on the detour we hadn't see one car.
Shortly before we would come to the town I would be dropping Paul off at, I
found a small section where I could pull off the highway for a minute or
so.  I put the car in Park ... and we both reached over to give each other
cocks a few more parting strokes.  Then we pulled up our pants and got
ourselves presentable.  Paul once again cursing his too tight pants as he
buttoned and zipped them up.

I turned to Paul and said "Thank you.  For making what would have been an
extremely boring detour in something I will not likely forget."

"I won't forget it either.  Totally weird ... but I like it.  Thanks for
the ride and for probably saving my life."

"No problem kid ... anytime" I said with a smile as I put the car in gear
and eased back on the highway.

Lucky we made ourselves presentable when we did.  Coming into town we again
met a street full of flashing lights.  As I slowed down a town cop walked
up to the car and I rolled down my window,

"What's up officer" I asked

"The town is closed down.  There is no way anyone can get down any of the
streets unless you have a snowmobile and even that isn't a sure thing.
There are drifts 6 and 7 feet high.  The town snowplows are either broke
down or stuck.  And the highway plows ... well there are 3 blocking the
route into town down the way you came ... and all but 1 of the remaining
plows are either broken down or stuck out on the highways someplace.  And I
am stuck here all night until the roads get clear because I can't get to
within 5 miles of my house because of blocked roads.  The only road we are
able to keep open is the town bypass ... and That's only because the 1
working plow just keep running back and forth on it alone.  Even then its a
struggle keeping the drifts under control from the sounds of it."

I heard a groan from Paul and looked over to him.  He just said he guessed
he was going to have a fun time getting through the drifts to his house.  I
thanked the officer and started towards the turn off to the bypass.  It was
the first time I was actually glad they made the road I lived on into part
of the bypass.

Paul said "You can just stop anywhere here and I will get myself home."

"How far do you live from here?"

"About 4 miles ... out on the other side of town."

"Didn't you hear what the cop said?  The roads are completely blocked.  I
am not letting you out to attempt that.  I didn't save your ass down there
only to have you die trying to get home here.  I have a couch you can sleep
on ... no problem.  And no arguments."

Paul thanked me and kept making sure that I was really okay with him
crashing at my place.  Finally he realised it really was okay with me and
dropped it.  As I approached my driveway I could see that mine and my next
door neighbors driveways were practically clear.  The advantages of having
a neighbor with a snowplow service that you hire to keep your drive clear.
So I turned up the driveway ... drove up to near the house where I usually
park and Paul and I got out and made our way to the house.  Thankfully,
part of the neighbors service is to clear walks as well.  We got into my
small but warm cottage style house.

"This is nice" said Paul

"Thanks ... its big enough for me ... usually" I said with a smile.

"This is the couch I will set up for you ... it folds down so you have
about the same space as a double bed"

"Cool ..." said Paul "Anything I can to help?"

"Yeah ... grab me something wet out of the frig.  I don't care what ... as
long as its something wet.  I am totally parched. And help yourself to
whatever you want."

"Thanks ... I am really thirst too."  he said as I retrieved extra bedding,
pillows and a towel and facecloth.

"Ahhhh thanks" as I opened the pop he handed me which I promptly opened and
guzzled about half of it.

I quickly folded the couch out and put the sheets and blankets on it .. and
then I handed Paul the towels and facecloth and told him "Guests have first
dibs on the shower if you want one".

"Shit yeah ... I need one bad.  I was sweating like a pig at the party."

So I pointed him to the bathroom, told him where to hang his towels and
that he could find an extra toothbrush wrapped in plastic in the medicine
chest so he can brush his teeth.  He kind of raised his eyebrow about the
extra separately packaged toothbrushes ... so I told him the truth ... I
travel on business from time to time and I always swiped those free things
the hotels leave in those little baskets.  I could hear him chuckle as he
closed the bathroom door.

As I settled into my easy chair I heard the shower turn on, and only then
started realising just how tense my muscles had been while I was driving.
I loved to drive ... but I would tense up as badly as the next guy when
theres a storm and bad roads.  Oh well, I thought, the shower will help.
About 10 minutes later, Paul came out of the bathroom totally naked, towel
around his neck and his arms full of his clothes.

"Okay if I lay these out here?" indicating a chair close to the folded down
couch.

"Sure ... no problem" as I drank in the sight of his nakedness.  He was way
better built than I though he was through his bulky sweater and coat.  A
cute bubble butt perched nicely below a well muscled and defined back.  As
he folded his clothes and hung others around the chair back or across the
arms ... I noted the tuft of dark hair that matched the hair color on his
head ... that sat at the top of his crack and continued down his crack to
disappear around his balls.  As I gazed further down I noted his nicely
muscled thighs and calves.  As he finished placing his clothes, he turned
and took the towel from around his neck and started toweling his hair some
more I was given a chance to fully appreciate his front ... which I did
quickly.  Nicely muscled arms, nice definition through his pecs and abs
... and his cock and balls that I felt I knew so well now, swinging between
his thighs his soft dick looking almost like a pendulum.  The only hair was
a couple small tufts under his arms and a treasure trail going from his
navel down to his fairly thick pubic bush.  Such a wonderful looking young
man.

I picked up my can of pop to take another swig just as he finished with his
hair and wrapped the towel around his waist.  The towel he was using was
not the larger bath towel but the much smaller hand towel.  It did up
nicely around his waist ... but left most of his one hip down to his thigh
bare.  Very provocative but I really don't think he was aware of it being
so.

Paul sat down on the makeshift bed and took up his can of pop for another
drink.  I figured it was time for my own shower so made to get up out of
the chair.  I let out a groan ... Paul immediately asking what was wrong.
I settled back into the chair for a minute and just explained I had been so
tense during the drive ... my muscles were just letting me know they
weren't happy.  He got up and came over and offered me his hand to help me
out of the chair.

We got me up and I made my way to my bedroom grabbing a clean towel from
the linen closet on my way.  I figured if he felt comfortable enough just
clad in a towel ... I should do the same.  I stripped and knotted the towel
around my waist.  My towel was bigger than Paul's but left about the same
amount showing on me.  As I made my way to the bathroom, Paul was running
his fingers through his hair making it look as if expertly styled.

When he saw me he commented "You really are a hairy bugger aren't you."

"I sure am kiddo.  You probably won't ever see anyone hairier."

"Oh, I don't know.  My Dad is about as hairy as you.  My brother takes
after him, I take after my mothers side ... almost no hair at all.  I think
being hairy is Kewl ... wish I had some more."

"Never know" I said as I continued on into the bathroom "you may get
hairier as you get older".  By which time I was in the bathroom and closing
the door.  I took my shower, letting the extra warm water cascade down on
my sore still tight muscles.  The shower did not help as much as I hoped.
I brushed my hair and teeth and then took the still dry towel I had brought
in with me and wrapped it around my waist again.

When I came out of the bathroom, Paul was standing looking out into the
blackness outside.  He commented that it was storming as bad as ever out
there and turned back to retake his seat on the made up bed.  As I passed
the frig I asked him if he would like another pop or something else to
drink.  He declined but thanked me.  Then he said he normally sleeps in the
nude ... and did I mind him sleeping like that when we went to bed.  I told
him it was no problem, I slept nude too, and besides he could sleep any way
he wants ... the couch is his for the night.

I went to sit in my easy chair for a few more minutes but I must have
grimaced a bit when my muscles balked at the motion.  Paul suddenly stands
up and literally pulls me out of the chair.

"That's it.  The shower didn't help obviously, so we are going to put a big
towel on your bed and I am going to give you a massage.  I have a bit of
knowledge about massage.  I guarantee it won't be too bad of a massage and
you will feel a lot better after."

I wasn't about to argue.  I grabbed a beach towel from the closet on the
way past and led Paul into my bedroom.  I had a couple bottles of massage
oil on my dresser and told him to choose whichever one he wanted .. and I
spread the beach towel on the bed and leaving my own towel on climbed up in
the middle of the towel.  Paul came over and crawled up stradling my hips.

He squirted some oil across my shoulders and got to work.  The hair on my
back soaked up the oil pretty quick so Paul began a new plan of attack.  He
literally drenched my back with oil and started rubbing it in and spreading
it around.

He suddenly left my back and moved himself further down my thighs, then
grabbed my knotted towel and said

"Lift up.  We might as well lose these instead of getting oil on them."

I lifted up and felt it being pulled from around me and fall to the floor
... then I saw Paul's towel fall on top of mine beside the bed.  He then
shifted himself up to straddle my hips again ... and he again reached up to
start massaging my shoulders.  I kept thinking this could really develop
into something sexual ... but Paul's cock remained totally soft while he
proceeded to give me one great therapeutic massage.  He then started long
strokes up and down my back ... and each time his cock would drag up my
asscrack to the small of my back ... and then back down to where his soft
cock once again dropped between my thighs.  He moved down across my butt
with only a temporary stroke down my crack, across my pucker where he
rubbed a bit and then continued down to my scrotum.  My mind was thinking
.. Now? ... but no.  I was moaning and groaning my pleasure with almost
every stroke of his hands.  But except for the momentary dalliance, he
continued in a very professional manner moving down my thighs and calves
giving an excellent massage.

He then asked me to roll over, which I did without hesitation.  I had
fought hard to stay soft as he was ... and I guess I succeeded because my
dick was only peaking out from my pubic hair a bit.  Paul continued my
massage, again in a very professional manner.  He worked my chest and
seemed intrigue that my nipples got hard when he passed over them.  Then
across my abdomen, down each side of my hips and finished off with the
front of my legs.  The he reversed direction and was massaging up my inner
thighs until his fingers were actively playing with my ballsack as my cock
stood up and took notice.  I opened my eyes and just watched Paul's eyes
watching my cock get hard as his fingers still played with my balls.
Suddenly, as if just then realising what he was doing, he took his hands
away and sat back on his heals between my thighs.

With eyes looking at the bed, he started to apologize.  I cut him short and
told him it was okay.  It felt good.

Looking me in the eyes with an innocent look ... almost shy look ... he
asked "Would you mind if I saw you like a blind person does again?"

"Given what we've been through so far tonight ... I think it'll be okay
.. if you want to."

He timidly moved his fingers back to my crotch area and while caressing my
balls once more and moving his other hand up to grab my almost totally hard
cock.  He began to stroke it with a little more purpose than he had in the
car.  I almost immediately started oozing significant amounts of precum.
He slowed his stroking, gripped harder and with each upward stroke the
precum practically bubbled out.  He occasionally stopped his stroking to
spread the clear ooze around my cockhead and down the shaft ... then he
would start stroking again.  The next time I oozed a copious amount he
rubbed his hand through it and brought it up to his nose.

"I didn't think precum smelled.  Mine doesn't smell I don't think ... I
don't ooze like you but I have rubbed my hand in it and smelled it and it
doesn't seem to have a smell.  But your does.  Doesn't it?"

I said "I don't know ... I don't think mine smells.  Maybe its the massage
oil."

"Maybe but I would like to know for sure"

"Well you can always try tasting it ... taste is the best way to determine
if something has a smell most times"

Just then my cock throbbed in his slowly stroking hand and he moved his
hand from rubbing my balls and used his index finger to dab in the fresh
precum and stuck it in his mouth.

"Yuck ... that tastes terrible ... like oil or something"

"Daaaaa" I said "you've been massaging me with oil for the past hour and
you haven't washed your hands since.  So of course they taste like oil and
That's what you tasted not my precum.  When more oozes out just stick your
tongue out and lick some.  That is, if you really want to taste it."

Right on cue, seemingly, my cock throbbed again and some more precum oozed
out.  Before he could think about it, I guess, he bent down and surprised
the heck out of me by placing his lips around the top half of my dickhead
and ran his tongue around the head ... while his actions caused another
gush of precum into his mouth.

"Sightly salty but not much of a flavor to it ... but I don't think I want
to do that gain.  I don't think I knew I was going to do it that time."

With that he started stroking my cock harder ... stroking my balls and
occasionally tracing his finger around my pucker.

"You keep that up ... and I am going to cum"

"I think That's the purpose" he said with a smile but not taking his eyes
from my dick. "I figured you were hard for a lot of time while we were
driving and I don't think its right you should go to bed with blue balls.
Besides, I have never seen another guy cum before ... and I want to.  Now."

And then he started stroking me with new vigor ... bringing me closer and
closer to orgasm with each stroke.  I did not warn him ... just groaned
loudly when I started shooting my cum.  And he kept pumping until he could
pump no more out of my softening cock.  He grabbed some tissues from the
bedside table and started to clean me up.

"That was awesome ... watching you cum like that.  You cum a lot ... more
than I do when I jack off."  Then he looked up at me and asked "Did I do
okay?"

"You did great kid.  First the massage and then this.  It was magnificent.
Thanks."

He stretched out on the bed beside me, laying on his back and looking the
ceiling.  I rolled on my side and asked him if he would like me to give him
a massage.

"Yeah ... if you don't mind.  But instead of doing my back and everything
... can we just jump to main event?"

I smiled and reached over and grabbed his still mostly soft cock.  As soon
as I started stroking he started moaning.  As I stroked with a firmer grip,
I leaned over and started licking and sucking his pecs and nipples.

"Oh yeah ... that feels great.  I never knew my tits were that sensitive.
Every time you lick my nipple I can feel it in my balls.  ohhhhhhh yeah
... make me feel good."

So I went nuts, doing anything and everything I felt he would enjoy feeling
for the first time.  I worked my way down and sucked his balls into my
mouth one at a time.  And while still stroking his now hard oozing cock
... I went lower, sucking that area between his balls and pucker ... and
when I went to his pucker itself he automatically lifted his legs to give
me better access.

I dove right into that fine ass of his and licked his asshole like there
was no tomorrow.  I kept driving my tongue at his pucker until it finally
loosened enough for my tongue to drive right through.  The more I fucked
his butt with my tongue the louder and longer he moaned.  Then when he was
well lubed I replaced my tongue with the tip of my finger.  I moved back up
and his legs once again lowered to the bed as I leaned in and took his
entire cock into my mouth and started giving Paul his first blowjob.

Paul started thrashing on the bed yelling how great it felt and pleaded
with me not to stop ... and then when I sensed he was about to pop ... I
worked my finger up his butt until I could feel the hard nut that was his
prostate.  He started bucking up into my mouth and back to reclaim my
finger faster and faster ... and a quiet groan began deep in his throat.
With each movement my lips made on his pulsing cock ... or each shove I
made with my finger up his butt ... the endless groan became louder
... until just a couple minutes his groan turned into a yell that echoed
around the room as his flood of cum threatened to drown me.

I molested his body like a wildman ... sucking him deep into my throat
taking all the load he wanted to give me.  Rubbing mercilessly on his
softening prostate urging him to give up even more of his seed.  I suckled
his softening cock until he asked me to stop because it was too sensitive.
And while he was coming down from his orgasm I slowly removed my finger
from his tight butt.

After he'd been silent a long time, breathing normally, I asked him if he
was okay.  He said yes he was fine ... but he did not look at me when he
answered.  I asked him if he was okay with what just happened.  He turned
then to look at me.

"Yes. Actually I think I am fine about it all.  Just never thought my first
time cumming with someone else that that someone else would be a guy.
Definitely a night of firsts."

"Yeah .. for me too." I said.  "When I picked you up the last thing I
thought would happen is any of the stuff we've done.  Mind blowing."

"Well you can imagine what this all has done to my head then."

"Yeah, I guess.  But if you are pretty okay with everything That's happened
... why so quiet?"

"You still promise all this is just between us?"

"Of course.  Sort of.  If I do tell anyone I promise they will never be
able to tell its you.  Hows that?"

"Good enough for me" he said with a smile. "I doubt if I will ever have sex
with a guy again.  So, before this night ends ... there is a couple things
I want to try"

Paul just grinned as he shoved me onto my back on the bed ... then started
stroking my cock again.  When I was once again sporting a good semi ... he
lowered his head and took me into his mouth.  He quickly started going up
and down on my now hard cock.  After a few minutes he backed off but
continued with his hand and he said "Let me know when you are going to cum.
I am not sure if I want it in my mouth yet."

And then he went down on me again with youthful exuberance.  I had to
remind him about his teeth a couple times ... and I gave him a couple tips
... but he soon had me writhing on the bed speeding towards another climax.
Unexpectedly he shoved a finger right up my butt.  He must have somehow
been able to coat his fingers with massage oil because before I knew it he
had two and then three fingers shoved up my hungry hole.  All the time he
didn't miss a beat sucking on my oozing cock.  As soon as he found my
prostate my climax was suddenly upon me and I yelled that I was going to
cum.  He didn't pull off but seemed to pull my cock in deeper.  Next thing
I know I am shooting off in his mouth and he is swallowing it ...my asshole
spasming around his fingers.  He starts to cough and choke and he backs off
my still spewing cock and watched it finish cumming as he stroked the last
few spurts onto my abdomen.

Then he is quickly between my thighs asking me "Now how do I do this?"

I put my legs on his shoulders and I noticed he was lubing his again hard
thick cock with massage oil.  I then told him to take out his fingers and
put his cock in.  Unfortunately he took me literally and jammed his full
length into me as soon as his fingers were clear.  I hissed out through the
pain to "HOLD IT.  Don't move ... let me get used to it for a minute."

In a couple minutes I had adjusted and I told him he could start fucking
me.  And fuck me he did.  He was a natural ... pounding into me in a
forceful easy rhythm and then doing a few rabbit fuck strokes ... the
slower and harder.  In no time I was hard again and he was pounding and
stirring my insides towards another orgasm.  With one especially blissful
jab ... I shot another small load onto my abdomen ... and a couple rabbit
stabs later he roared and emptied his seed into my butt.  As he came I
lowered my legs from his shoulders and he collapsed onto my chest.

"oh geez" he said "I never ... I never thought .... ummmm I never thought
fucking someone would be so great."  "Yippee!!" he yelled "I am not a
virgin anymore.  I can truthfully tell people that I have fucked someone,
AND that I've gotten my first blowjob ... and even had my ass eaten out.
This is fantastic.  I feel .... GREAT."

Then he looked up at me "I did not hurt you did I?"

"It hurt at first ... but it felt great in a couple minutes.  You really
know how to fuck.  You sure you never did that before?"

"Nope, never fucked anything or anyone before.  And never sucked a cock
before either.  And I doubt if I will again.  But it was an interesting
experience. You have the best cock to learn how to suck on .. or to try
sucking for the first time.  I hardly choked at all ... until you started
shooting too much cum" he said with a smile.

"Kiss me?" I asked.

He hesitantly stretched up until our lips were close ... and then stopped.
Then with a "ahhh what the hell" exclamation he bend down and we enjoyed a
long passionate french kiss.  He was a great kisser too.  We then both
slipped off into dreamland, him laying on top of me, his head on my
shoulder ... his softened cock still in my butt.  The beginning of daylight
just making its presence known.

We woke up a few hours later and he shifted around to he was spooned his
soft dick finally pulling free of my butthole.  As he snuggled in his free
hand stroked across my chest, down my abdomen to finally seek once again my
now less hidden soft dick.  As I nodded off again I heard him softly
whisper "Thank you ... for everything".  I whispered back "Your welcome
... it was definitely my pleasure" ... and we went back to sleep for a few
more hours.

Early afternoon we woke up, showered together where we gave each other
another blowjob each ... dried off and got dressed.  While Paul figured out
something for us to eat ... I called the roads department and the police to
see how the roads were.  They were making progress finally ... but the area
where Paul lived wouldn't be accessible for at least another day.  When I
hung up the phone ... Paul had food on the table .. rolls, some fruit and
cheese ... so I told him the news.

He made a couple phone calls to tell people he was okay and was bunking in
with a friend until he could get to his own place.  When he hung up from
his last call ... he gave me a sly grin ... and started taking off his
cloths laying them out back on the chair.

Looking over his shoulder at me "I guess last night is just going to have
to have a minimum of 36 hours in it".

We were out of our cloths in seconds and enjoying the meal Paul had put
together.  It was 36 hours I am sure neither of us would forget.  We both
accepted our time together for what it was ... two guys getting together
and getting off.  I liked Paul ... and he liked me ... but we both knew our
time together would not be repeated ... and we probably would never see
each other again unless we ran into each other in town.  We had a fantastic
time together ... and when I dropped him at his place on the Sunday ... he
thanked me for everything and we shook hands.  And that was the end.

About 10 years after, I ran into him at the yearly local Home Show.  He was
married with a couple kids.

At one point he asked me if I remembered the night we met.  I assured him I
did ... that it was a fond memory of my first 36 hour night ... and then I
smiled widely.

He leaned close so no passers by would hear and said "I remember every
minute of it too.  I really enjoyed it too.  But I've never done anything
like that again and don't plan on it.  At the same time though, I am really
glad we experienced what we did that night.  At times I still think its the
best sex I've ever had ... now that I have had something to compare it to"
And then he grinned just as widely as I had.

"Well" I said "I better get going.  If you ever decide to go for a repeat
... let me know"

He said, smiling just as broadly "That night was, then and in my memory
now, perfect.  Now why would we fuck with that?  You take care Peter.
Maybe see you around town again sometime."

We shook hands and parted.  Just the way it should be.