Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2003 14:23:48 -0700
From: Stonebugs <stonebugs@earthlink.net>
Subject: Hitching to Colorado part 2

	This is a true story that happened when I was a young man, really
just a boy.  My mother and father had divorced and had each remarried the
year I turned 18.  I lived with my mother in Colorado, but had begged to go
spend the Summer break with my dad and his new wife who were living on the
Lake O' the Cherokee down in Oklahoma.
	After an idyllic Summer spent swimming and fishing, I decided I
needed to get back to Denver to get ready to get back to school.  My dad
had other ideas.  He told me he wanted me to stay with him and his new
wife, and refused to pay for my bus ticket home.  Well, not being willing
to do that, I waited until an opportunity presented itself, and caught a
ride with a man out on the highway who said he was going to Kansas.
	That ride was the beginning of a lifelong adventure in man to man
sex that continues to this day.  I hope you enjoy the story and sexual
activity, but if you aren't into gay sex, maybe you should seek your
pleasures elsewhere.


Hitching home to Colorado part 2

	"Where you headed kid," The trucker asked.  He stood next to his
rig, looking sexy as hell.  His thin muscular chest covered with a soft
growth of blond hair.  His dark nipples glowing in the gathering dusk
against his paler skin.  By previous experience with the cloth salesman
whose name I finally got the nerve to ask was Jim, made me think the sexy
young trucker had similar ideas for me.  I felt my balls turn over in my
pants, and my cock began to thicken.
	As I stepped up to him and told him I was trying to get home to
Denver.  He punched me lightly on the shoulder, and took my backpack and
pitched it up into the cab of the truck.
	"Well, climb on up there kid; times a wastin'."  His Southern drawl
was deep and pleasant to the ear.  I grabbed a chrome hand bar, and hoisted
myself up onto the running board.  He put both his hands on my butt, and
pushed me up into the high cab.  I scooted over to the passenger side as he
climbed in after me.  I pushed my pack off the seat onto the floorboard,
and sat rigidly, excited by being in a big rig for the first time. Like the
kid he perceived me to be, I was looking at everything like it was
Christmas morning.
	The growl of the big idling engine beneath the seat sent a thrill
through me.  He slammed his door, and immediately gunned the engine.  I
felt myself shiver with pleasure when the big machine roared like a lion.
	"Tex," he offered his hand, and told me to get comfortable, and
grabbed the gear shift and jerked it down into first.  The rig started a
slow roll along the verge of the highway, picking up speed as a couple of
cars tore past horns blaring.
	"Fuckin' fourwheelers," He shouted out the window.  Shifting again,
the truck lurched forward, and he poured on the fuel with his right foot,
and picked up speed.
	"Get over ya bastid!  I'm commin' in this lane."  He turned the
wheel and the truck glided into the right lane just as another car rocketed
past horn screaming in protest.
	"No wonder them crazy sons-a-bitches die like flies on the highway.
They ain't got sense enough to make way for a rig this big when they see
I'm commin' over."  He shifted again, and the truck picked up some speed.
	"It wouldn't be the first time one 'a them piled up over me."  He
spat out the window, and gunned the engine a little, shifting again in the
process.
	It seemed to take ten minutes before we were up to seventy and
cruising down the road that stretched straight as an arrow to the west.  He
hit his lights, and the big beams illuminated the darkening highway in
front of us and spotlighted thousands of bugs in the air caught in their
beams.
	"This is the goddamdest highway for bugs.  They jes' eat this wheat
up.  I'll have to get my tractor washed in the Springs ta' get the bug guts
off my paint job."
	We rode in silence for a while, with Tex occasionally muttering
when some four wheel passed him at a higher speed.  Finally, he patted the
seat beside him and asked me if I was lonely way over in my corner of the
cab.
	"Come over her kid so I don't have to yell over the diesel."  I
took the invitation as an opportunity to get closer to his sexy body and
slid my butt across the seat next to him.  He patted my leg with his strong
callused hand, and smiled.  I smiled back at him, but we kept our thoughts
to ourselves as the truck rolled on into the ever darkening evening.
Finally, after we had covered several miles, he spoke again.
	"I usually do this stretch from KC to big D in twelve hours, but I
got some time to kill, because my load ain't due in Colorado Springs until
day after tomorrow.  You got to get to Denver in a hurry?"
	"Not really.  I've just got to get back so I can get ready to start
school in a week."
	"Well, if you don't mind ridin' with me, I think we might have a
little fun and mischief before we get you home.  That is if you're up to
some fun like I have in mind."  He dropped his hand into my lap and gave my
cock a grope.  I leaned back against the seat, and spread my legs for him
to get a better feel.
	"Shit!" He was grinning from ear to ear.  "This is gonna be one
hell-of-a ride."  He took my left hand, and dragged it into his lap where I
could feel a lump growing rapidly.  "Drag my ol' johnson out and give him
some air."  At first I didn't understand, but he pulled on his belt and
opened the buckle and I caught on quick.
	After I had his jeans unbuttoned, he told me to hold onto the wheel
tight, and he quickly heaved himself up and pushed his pants down around
his thighs.  His briefs were stained with dark stains and the odor of stale
urine filled my nose.  He took the wheel from me and leaned back in the
seat and made himself comfortable.  I couldn't resist, and reached over to
feel his hard tube of flesh under the cotton of his stained briefs.
	"You like to suck?"  He turned his head to look at me.
	"I've only done it once, and that was yesterday.  I'm probably not
very good, but I like it."
	"Hope you don't mind my dirty shorts, but I don't get a lot of
opportunity to clean up on the road."
	"It doesn't bother me," I said, thinking that the smell of urine in
his shorts was exciting and I was already hard as stone in my own jeans.
	"Why don't you strip off your duds, and let me get a look at you?"
I started to unbutton my shirt, and felt nervous the whole time I was
taking off my clothes.  I had to pull my boots off to get my pants off, and
he reached out and pulled my dirty sock off my foot, and brought it to his
nose taking a deep breath of it as he did.
	"Man alive," he sighed.  "Ain't nothin' better than a rank ol'
sock, lessin' it's a pair 'a shorts full a piss and cum stains."  He
wrapped my sock around his hand, and put the damp smelly thing around the
back of my neck and dragged me down over his bulging cock.
	"Take a big whiff kid.  That smell is a man's smell.  You don't get
that too often.  That's two weeks of piss and shit stains and four or five
shots of love juice when this ol' shaky rig got me off drivin' through the
lonely nights."  I took in the stale smell, and filled my lungs with it.
Once was not enough, and I found myself breathing deeply over his crotch
feeling slightly dizzy as I filled my lungs with his smell.
	"Why don't you suck some of my dirt out of my shorts for me.  Might
clean me up a little bit."  I opened my mouth, and wetting the cloth with
my tongue, I started to suck the reconstituted stains into my mouth.  The
taste almost gagged me, but I soon found the pleasure of his flavors, and
went after them like a fish sucking air on a river bank trying to get
enough to survive.
	He spread his legs as best he could to let me dig as deep down
under his balls to the funky under stains hidden there.  "Man," he groaned.
"You're one hot scut loving faggot."
	I heard the words, but didn't quite believe them.  I'd never
thought of myself as a faggot, and hadn't a clue what a scut lover was.  I
didn't really care either, as I went after every smelly stain I could find
in his shorts with my tongue and sucting mouth.
	Finally, he peeled the wet cloth down over his raging cock, and I
saw my prize for the first time.  He wasn't nearly as big and Jim the
salesman had been in terms of length.  I guessed the shaft was about eight
inches, but the thickness was something.  His cock head was smaller, and he
didn't have any foreskin.  He flexed the tube of flesh a time or two
inviting me to play with it.
	I knew, having been able to take Jim's ten inch cock down my
throat, that Tex's meat would be a piece of cake by comparison.  I lifted
it's hot massive weight with my hand, and slipped my mouth over the head,
and just relaxed and let my head drop down over it forcing it into my
throat.
	"Holy Cow!"  He shivered briefly, and them humped my mouth with his
hips rising off the seat.  "You only done this once before?"  I pulled up
off him and smiled up at him.
	"Do that again kid.  That was great."  I repeated the performance,
and he grunted and humped me again.  I pulled off, and repeated it once
more.  We drove through the night with me doing that to him for several
minutes, until he started sweating and put his sock covered hand over his
nose and started taking deep breaths while he humped my throat.  Without so
much as a groan, he suddenly started filling my throat with jism.  I tried
to back off his cock to get a good taste, but he shoved my head back down
on his shaft and held me there until he had pumped what seemed like a cup
of cum into me.
	I was beginning to have trouble breathing when he finally relaxed
and let my head go.  I rose off his softening cock, and sat back on the
seat.  It wasn't until I sat up that I realized I'd cum as well, and the
side of his leg and the vinyl seat were covered with a slick of goo I'd
shot while sucking him.
	"Whew," was his first comment, but then he noticed the cum on his
leg and seat.  "Get down there and lick that up kid.  Don't want to waste
that stuff do you?"  I leaned over and licked up the cooling pools of the
sticky stuff on the seat.  When I licked up across his naked thigh, he
shivered, and grabbed his cock again with the sock covered hand.  A
glistening drop of cum oozed out of the now soft lips of his cock, and I
leaned across his lap to lick it off.  He shivered again, and pushed my
head away.
	"That was a fuckin' miracle of a blow job kid.  That faggot teach
you that you was with yesterday?"
	"I guess he did, since he's the only man I've ever been with before
you."
	"He get any of your tail?"  I nodded, remembering what it felt like
when Jim had plugged my butt hole with his big ten inch cock.
	"How big a dick did he have?"  I shrugged my shoulders.
	"He said it was ten inches, but it wasn't as big around as yours."
Tex grinned at me.
	"It hurt much?"
	"Not too much.  He put some kind of cream in me first before he put
his thing in me.  It hurt a little, but he said I was ready.  After a
little bit it felt good."
	"Man, that sounds hot.  I guess I'm gonna have ta' pull off the
highway in a little bit to get me a sample of that."  I grinned at him, and
put my hand on his soft cock as we drove on into the night.
	We drove for several miles again talking about this and that, when
he dropped his hand down onto my cock.  Being a teenager, it got hard in an
instant, and he squeezed it with the hand still wrapped in my dirty sock.
It felt good, and I spread my legs.
	"You up for a go at your asshole?"
	"I guess," I said, feeling my bud open and close at the thought.
	"There's a cross road up ahead about a mile or so where I sometimes
pull off to sleep.  There's not much traffic on the road that crosses, and
we'll be far enough off the highway so the fuckers in the fourwheels don't
see us in time to honk."
	We started to slow, and finally I saw the sign indicating the
crossroad.  It was some no name farm road with a number, and as we took the
turn off, I could see there were three other big rigs sitting in a pull off
with their running lights dimmed and their engines idling.  Tex slowly
drove past the other trucks, and pulled the rig to a halt about fifty yards
ahead of the the lead truck.
	"This will be far enough away so the other drivers won't hear
anything if we get noisy."  He put the gear into neutral and set the air
brakes.  The engine immediately dropped into the idle mode which caused the
whole cab to shake noticeably.  I felt the big growling throaty engine in
my chest cavity and when I spoke, my voice shook with the vibration.
	"Sorry I don't have a sleeper bunk in this rig.  When I save enough
to buy my own, it's gonna be first class."  He leaned over toward me and
opened the map compartment.  He rummaged around in the dark opening and
pulled out a bottle of something and handed it to me.
	"Spread some of this stuff around in your hole, and then put some
on my dick.  I opened the cap on the bottle and smelled it.  I held it up
to the dim light, so I could read the label, and saw it was a bottle of
Cornhuskers lotion.
	"Cornholers lotion," Tex laughed.  "I been using it to jerk off
with for years.  Works good on butt holes just as well.  Smooth as glass
when you slide in to a hot steamy hole."
	"Do you get a lot of butthole on the road?"  I almost shocked
myself with the question, and blushed slightly.
	"Not near as much as I'd like.  The company I drive for don't allow
hitchhikers, but when I have blue balls long enough, I'm gonna pick up some
guy hitchin' if he's likely to put out for the ride.  Once in a while the
dude won't cooperate, and I just pull over and kick his butt out and jerk
ol' johnson off myself."
	"How do you know a guy will let you play with him like this?"  I
was beginning to wonder what my life was going to be like trying to meet
men for sex when I was back in Denver living with my mom and sisters.  I
couldn't imagine how one got another man to know you were willing if he
was.
	"Oh, you can usually spot a fag.  Like you, I picked up on you
right quick as I saw you."
	"I look like a fag?"
	"Well I wouldn't say that exactly.  I don't mean you're a swish,
but you have something about the way you stand that says you'll play."  I
hadn't a clue.
	"How will I be able to meet guys when I get home?"
	"Shit; Denver's crawlin' with fags.  You just go into any toilet in
the parks and wait around a little bit and the fags will come out of the
woodwork for a kid like you.  That big park where the museum is is a good
'un.  I pull in there and hit the toilets, and get blown every time I'm in
town.  Usually doesn't take more than a few minutes either."
	I poured a few drops of the lotion on my fingers, and worked them
between my legs, spreading the cool slick substance over what I now
realized was my sore hole.  Tex watched me for a minute and then told me to
get up on my hands and knees with my butt facing him.  He took the bottle
from me as I did as I was told.  He poured a good dollop of lotion between
my cheeks, and then pried me apart with his thumbs.  As the lotion oozed
down my crack, he massaged it into me with his thumbs alternating until he
had my hole squishy with lotion.  He then poured a dollop on the head of
his cock and set the bottle down after he'd capped it again.  He scooted
toward me, and pulled me down onto his legs.  I could feel his big cock
riding up my crack to the small of my back as he adjusted me astride
himself.  When he thought the position was comfortable, he lifted my light
weight body up in the air with his two strong arms, and sat me down onto
his cock head pointed right at my hole.
	"Relax for me kid.  This is going all the way to the bottom."
	"I'm a little sore from yesterday," I said.  "It's gonna hurt."
	"Yeah; probably will.  But if you go all the way down on it, the
hurt won't last near as long.  You scream if you want to.  Ain't nobody
goin' to hear or pay much attention if they do."
	I took a deep breath and held it.  He told me to relax again, and
then pulled my asshole around his stiff dick and down into his lap as fast
as he could.  Scream, I did, loud and shrill, but he hugged me close to his
hairy chest, and squeezed me tight, while he rubbed his sock covered hand
over my soft cock and balls.
	He muttered sweet things in my ear about how tight I was, and how
hot it felt with his dick in my body, and using his tongue he licked my
neck and ear.  It wasn't long before the pain I was feeling vanished, and I
was shivering under his caresses.
	"That all better now?" his voice had dropped to a whisper in my ear
as he nuzzled my neck.  I whimpered that it was starting to feel better.
He whispered that he just wanted to soak his cock in my ass, that he wasn't
going to cum real quick.  He started to stroke my skin softly and whisper
for me to feel his rig.
	At first I thought he was referring to his thick cock buried to the
gonads up my ass, but as he talked in low tones, I realized he was talking
about the vibrations of the big diesel engines growling beneath our bodies.
I closed my eyes, and began to feel the low insistent vibrations.  His
stroking had gotten my cock as hard as his, and he occasionally rubbed over
it with my dirty sock covered hand.
	I quickly lost myself in the vibrating sensations and his soft
stroking and whispered words.  He told me to let him know if was going to
shoot off because he wanted to catch it in my sock so he'd have a keepsake
from our encounter.  That made me feel sexier than I'd ever been before.  I
loved the fact that he wanted something of my essence to remember me by.
	We sat there in the dim light from the dashboard, almost motionless
for what seemed like a long time, but was probably only minutes.  I was
totally lost in the subtle sensations he and his truck were giving my young
inexperienced body.  I hadn't imagined that sex could be this fabulous even
in my wildest wet dreams, it had never been this pleasant and exciting, or
even this dirty.
	I let my mind wander over my favorite wet dreams, and realized
there were several of them involving big hairy adult men with me as an
innocent little boy at their mercy.  The most I'd ever allow myself in the
dreams was to be touched by their big hairy hands.  I don't even think I
ever imagined what their penises were like.  After several minutes of this
activity, I realized there was a reoccurring face in the parade of
imaginary lovers stroking my tender body.  I tried to focus on it as best I
could, and suddenly it hit me that it was the Doctor that lived on the next
block behind where I lived and whose grass I cut during the summer and walk
I shoveled when there was snow.
	He was often too kind to me and invited me in if he was home for
something to drink.  He liked to talk about physical strength and how
difficult it was to keep up when you had to be working all the time.  He'd
once offered to let me use his weights in his garage if I wanted to develop
myself.
	My mind trailed off into the sensations again, and I could feel the
change in my balls.  The image of Doctor Phillips floated in my mind, as I
twisted on Tex's cock, and gasped that I was cumming against his jaw.  His
hand covered my cock head with the sock, and I pumped load after load into
the dirty cloth.
	With a groan, Tex pulled me down on himself harder, and his thick
cock flexed and I felt the hot spurt of his jism boiling into my guts.
When he was finished, he kissed me lightly on the cheek, and told me that
it was wonderful.  He asked if we could stay as we were the rest of the
night.  I just groaned and laid my head on his shoulder.
	Sometime later, I awakened to find him swollen to full tumescence
again and thrusting into my body with short little humps.  He came again,
filling me with several shots of his jism.  I savored the moment, expecting
him to pull out then.  He didn't, and just as the eastern sky began to
lighten, he woke me up and told me he wanted to fuck me right.  He rolled
me off his lap and positioned me like a sack of potatoes in front of him
without ever taking his somewhat soft cock out of me.  He squeezed his
shaft with his free hand, and reached under me with the cum crusted sock
hand and grabbed my already responding dick.  He pushed into me and his
cock began to expand.  He stood up on the floorboard and started to hump my
butt slowly at first while his soft cock hardened up.  When he reached full
tumescence, he began to pound my ass like he was riding a bronco horse.  He
slapped my bare ass cheek with his bare hand and began jerking me off with
his sock covered hand.
	"Gimme some more jiz kid!"  He was humping me hard, and jerking on
my now sore dick like a piston stroking in his rumbling engine.  He fucked
me hard for several minutes, before reaching under me and pinching my left
nipple hard enough to bruise, and started fill my hole with another hot
load of cum.  I lost it to his hand and my crusty sock a little bit after
he did, and we both collapsed across the seat.
	It was full sun-up when we stirred and started to pull ourselves
together.  I had to pee bad, and he pulled his soft dick out of my asshole,
and pushed open the passenger side door.  I stood on the running board with
him sitting naked behind me with his legs on either side of me.  I waited
for the piss to flow, and when it did, he held the sock in his hand in the
stream of hot liquid.  When I finished, he turned me around and sucked the
last drops out of my soft cock, and then stood up to piss himself.  I
grabbed his stained shorts, and quickly held them in the stream of steaming
piss.
	I'm gonna keep these," I said, squeezing the yellow urine out onto
the ground.  He just grinned and turned around, his dick beginning to fill
out again.  I leaned forward and took it into my mouth, tasting the salty
tang of a fresh squirt urine which he'd saved for me to take.
	We sadly pulled on our dirty clothes, and laying my old sock and
his soaked brief across the dashboard so the sun could dry them, we hit the
road again.  I fell asleep somewhere about the Colorado border, and didn't
wake up until Tex shook me asking where he could drop me off.  Disoriented
a bit, I looked around at the city streets we were on until I got my
bearings.
	"Are you turning south on 25?"
	"Yeah, I got to be in the Springs by four this afternoon.  They'll
unload my trailer tonight, while I sleep in the motel across the street
from the warehouse."
	"Then you can drop me off on Colorado Boulevard and Leetsdale.  I
can walk home from there."  We didn't say anything else as he threaded the
big rig through city traffic.  I took his dry briefs off the dashboard, and
inhaled their odor deeply.  I could see he'd already taken my sock and
stuffed it in his shirt pocked close enough to lean down to smell when he
felt like it.
	When he pulled up to where I wanted to get out, he just smiled at
me and tipped his hat and slicked back his long stringy blond hair and told
me that maybe he'd see me again sometime.
	I got down from the rig, and pulled my backpack out.  I stuffed his
shorts into it and lifted it onto my shoulder.  I told him I hoped we would
see each other again, because it was a great time we had.
	"OK," he said.  "Now Close the door kid or you'll make me late to
unload."  I slammed his door hard, and he tooted his air horn a couple of
times, and the rig shifted into gear and began a slow roll down the verge.
I waited watching the truck until it was lost in the shimmer of heat and
fourwheel traffic headed south.
	When I got home, my mother was not there.  I hid his smelly shorts
under my mattress, and dumped my dirty clothes into the dirty clothes
hamper.  A few days later, after my mom had washed them, she asked me where
I'd lost the mate to the sock I'd been wearing.  After a brief puzzled look
crossed my face, I just shrugged.
	After school got started, and things had settled in for my senior
year, I stopped over to Doctor Phillips' house one Saturday to apologize
for being gone all summer and to mow his knee high yard.  He invited me in
after I was good and sweaty for something cold to drink.  He gave me a
paper towel to wipe off the sweat with as I sat at the kitchen table.  When
he served me a coke over ice, he picked up the soaked towel, and I saw him
slip it into his pocket, and lick his lips as he did it.
	He asked me to tell him about my adventures over the summer, and I
decided to tell him all of it.  When I was finished, he stood up to get me
another glass of coke, and I saw a big bone in his pants.
	I went home that afternoon, thinking hard about how I could let the
Doctor know I wanted him to be interested in me. I really must have been
some dumb kid, because the Doctor already had plans.


The End

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