This story was published in FIRST HAND magazine in May, 1995. It is my work.
THE HITCHHIKER
By
Frank Richards
It had been one of the longest and most miserable trips I
had ever made. I had been driving all day under thick
clouds which dumped a constant deluge of rain. Occassion-
ally it let up for a short time, then returned with renewed
vigor and gusto.
I hadn't seen another car for hours. I guessed most peo-
ple had had the good sense to stay home or wherever they
happened to be when the storm began. I was wishing I had
stayed where I'd been but had figured I would drive out of
it.
I was just a few miles from home when I saw him. I
couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him standing there.
On that deserted road, in a downpour, a man was standing
beside the road with his thumb out, trying to hitch a ride.
I have always made it a strict rule never to pick up hitch-
hikers. You never know who or what they might be, and under
normal circumstances I just wouldn't take the chance. I
went by him, but then realized I would never forgive my-
self if I left him there in the middle of nowhere, in the
middle of the night, in the heaviest rain I had ever had the
misfortune to be driving in.
I hit the brakes but it took some distance to stop on the
rain slick road, so I was well past him by the time the car
came to a halt. I slowly backed up until I could see him
again, and stopped while he ran to the car.
When he opened the door, I got a better look at him and
liked what I saw. He stood probably six-foot-one and
weighed no more than 145. He had a ruggedly handsome
face, and I guessed he was no more than nineteen or twen-
ty. His shoulder-length hair was plastered to his head,
water cascading off it.
"Are you going at least as far as the next town?" he ask-
ed.
"Yes, I am. Get in out of the rain." I answered.
He looked at the cloth seats and asked if I had a blanket
or something he could sit on so he wouldn't get the seat
wet.
"Don't worry about it." I told him. "The seat will dry.
Just get in out of that cold rain. You'll be lucky if you
don't get pneumonia from this."
With no more hesitation he slid onto the seat and closed
the door. I turned the heater up so he could get warm. He
was shivering so much, his teeth were almost chattering.
He leaned forward and opened the back pack he had been
carrying, and after rummaging around for a minute, pulled
out a dry towel and started to dry his hair and stop the
water that was running freely down the back of his neck
and dripping from his chin.
"I sure appreciate this. My name is Mike." he said.
"I normally don't stop for hitchhikers, but I couldn't
leave you there in the rain. My name is Jim. How long
have you been out there in this weather?"
"Most of the day." he replied. "I was going to visit my
grandparents and my car broke down. They're getting up
there in age and neither of them drive, so I couldn't call
them to come and get me. I've walked several miles, I'm
not sure how many, but it seems like I've been wet and
cold forever."
I asked him where his grandparents lived, and was sur-
prised he had been trying to hitch a ride that far.
"I live just another twenty miles up the road. We can
stop at my house, you can take a hot shower, and maybe I
can find some clothes that will fit you. Then you can call
your grandparents and tell them you can't make it until
tomorrow so they won't be worried about you. You can
stay at my place tonight, if you want to, and I'll give you
a ride the rest of the way tomorrow."
"It sounds great to me if you're sure it won't be a pro-
blem. I don't want to get you in trouble with your wife for
bringing a drowned rat into your house."
"Don't worry about it. I'm not married and I have plenty
of room. I can't put you out in this rain again and I'm too
tired to take you all the way to your grandparents house
tonight."
I turned the heater on high to help him warm up. He was
still shivering, and I wanted to get him home and out of
those wet clothes as soon as possible.
"Okay, it's an offer too good for me to refuse. Thanks."
he said.
We traveled the remaining distance to my house in sil-
ence. He was starting to warm up and almost falling
asleep by the time we turned into my driveway. When I
stopped the car, he sat up straight and looked around.
"Big house." he said. "You live all alone in this place?"
"For the last three years I have. My wife divorced me."
"I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to pry. I'm just grate-
ful for the ride and the hospitality."
"No problem. It was a bad marriage and a big mistake in
the first place. Come on, let's get in there and get you dry
and some warm food in you." I told him.
"I sure can use it." he said as he followed me into the
house.
"You better get out of those wet clothes and into the
shower." I told him as I led the way through the house to
my bedroom and the bathroom. I opened the bathroom
door and turned on the light, then got him a towel and
washcloth and laid them on the counter.
I turned around to leave the room and go to the kitchen
and start some supper. He needed a hot shower, but also
some hot food. When I turned around, he was standing
right behind me, already out of his clothes. I tried to divert
my eyes. I didn't want to stare, but he had a great looking
body, judging by the brief glimpse I'd had before I turned
my head.
"I'll go fix some supper for us while you take your show-
er." I told him as I walked past him and out of the bed-
room. I couldn't resist turning and taking a look at him
from behind as he walked into the bathroom and out of my
sight. "Take your time." I told him.
He stayed in the shower a long time and I had a meal
almost on the table when he came into the room wearing
just a towel.
"Do you feel better now?" I asked as once again I fought
to keep myself from staring at him.
"I sure do. I'm finally warm again."
"Sit down here and eat and get your insides warm, too.
Do you want me to find you something besides that towel
to wear, or do you want to eat first?"
"I'm ready to eat. This towel is fine for now."
He ate with a ravenous appetite. I knew that being as
cold as he was, his body needed a lot of fuel to get it
warmed up and ready to face the next challenge. I didn't
eat very much. I couldn't keep my eyes off of what I could
see of him across the table. He had a very deep chest
which was covered with a mat of thick dark hair. His nip-
ples were hard and pink against the background of chest
hair. There was a thin trail of hair running down from his
chest across his stomach, and I knew it would go all the
way to his crotch, but I couldn't see that part of him.
He was a great-looking guy and I wanted him, but I fig-
ured he was probably straight. I didn't want to do anything
that would make him go back into the rainstorm, which
still showed no sign of abating, so I just watched him eat
and dreamed about taking that towel off him.
He ate without once looking across the table at me, and I
enjoyed watching him. I was getting so horny, I knew I
had to get my eyes off him, so I pushed back my chair and
told him I was going to find him some clothes.
"I have some." he said. "They were in my backpack, but
they did get damp. I laid them out. It shouldn't take them
long to dry, unless my wearing nothing but a towel is a
problem for you."
"It's not a problem for me." I said. Under my breath I ad-
ded, "It would be less of a problem if you wore nothing."
then said, "Why don't we go into the the other room and
watch a little television and relax?"
"Fine with me." he said, and stood up. Now I could see
the hair from his chest did run down and disappear under
the towel, which had loosened while he was sitting down
and was barely covering his nether regions. It was obvious
that behind the towel was a huge dick which was at least
partially erect, judging by the way it was pushing against
the soft material of the towel.
I tore my eyes from his body and led the way into the
living room. I wished I was behind him so I could watch
his cute butt. We sat down on the couch and I picked up
the remote control and turned on the t.v.
"What do you like to watch?" I asked him.
"Anything is fine with me." he said. "Do you have any
good videos?"
"Sure, what kind do you like?"
"Adult." he said as he looked me in the eye and smiled.
I did have a lot of adult videos, but they were all gay. I
started to tell him that, but decided to wait and see what
his reaction would be as it came on the screen. I turned on
the VCR and placed my favorite tape in it, then sat down
on the couch again. I watched his face from the corner of
my eye as the picture of two men came on the screen.
A smile came to his face, and he watched intently as the
actors began to undress and caress each other's body. He
darted a quick glance at me, then turned back to watch the
show.
I was watching him for his reaction as the film progres-
sed. I looked down and knew he had a full-blown hard-on.
It was so hard and so big, it was undoing the knot holding
the towel together, and the bulbous red head was peeking
over the top. It was huge. It had to be at least eight in-
ches. He didn't take his eyes from the screen, but smiled
when I pulled the towel the rest of the way open. He had
the longest and thickest piece of manmeat I had ever had
the pleasure of looking at.
The hand I used to open the towel was now stroking his
hard cock. I stroked his shaft and caressed his balls, and
his breathing became faster. I was encouraged to continue
my ministrations, and he moaned with pleasure. I stroked
his dick and pinched his nipples and tickled his balls,
which were also quite large and had to be full of cum. I
leaned over and started to lick his nipples and take small
nibbles on them, and again he moaned with obvious plea-
sure.
Finally, I had to have that huge tube steak down my
throat. I leaned over and slowly began to slide my mouth
down over his hot rod. I had to open my mouth wider
than I thought possible, and was only able to take about
half of it before it hit the back of my throat and I almost
gagged. His hard cock was so long and thick, I knew I
would never be able to deep-throat all of it, but I was
determined to take as much as I possibly could into my
hot, wet mouth. I began to suck on his pole and bob my
head up and down, impaling myself deeper and deeper on
his massive meat every time I lowered my head. What I
couldn't get into my mouth, I was stroking with my hand.
When his breathing became very fast and ragged and he
tensed his body, I knew he was about to cum.
I took him as far into my mouth as I could, and stayed
there, impaled on his beautiful prick, while I felt his load
of cum shoot down my throat with greater force than I
had anticipated. I started to choke a little, but was able to
swallow all of his hot seed while he bucked and said,
"Yes, suck my hot cum right out of my balls. You are so
fucking hot. I never had my dick sucked that well before."
I licked all of his hot jism from his cock and sat up. He
was smiling and his breath was slowing.
"Damn, you're good." he said.
"I try." I told him. "I wanted you from the time you
opened my car door and looked in. I wasn't sure how you
would react to my coming on to you, but I couldn't resist
any longer when I noticed you were interested in the gay
video and that you had a hard-on."
"I have a lot of gay videos at home." he said. "I really
enjoy them, but it is definitely better to have a hot pair of
lips around my dick, instead of just my fist, while I'm
watching a video."
"I know what you mean." I replied. "I did a lot of fan-
tasizing while I was married. I got an opportunity to suck
a cock once in awhile, but not nearly enough. I still don't
get as much as I want and I sure enjoyed yours."
"Did you always know you were gay, before you got
married? I have known all my life that I am."
"I knew, I just didn't want to admit it. I had no idea how
to meet a gay man and try to begin a relationship with
one. Of course, living in a small town makes it even
worse."
"I know what you mean." he said. "It's a lot easier in the
city. I am real careful who I go out with and haven't been
with many, but there are some real nice guys in the gay
bars and other places." Rubbing the outline of my hard-on
through the material of my pants, he said, "Why don't you
take those clothes off and let me see this?"
I was turned on and fully erect and out of my clothes in
record time. I sat back down and he began to make love
to me, gently and slowly. He started out by kissing my
neck and running one hand lightly over my chest. Then he
kissed me on the lips, and I felt his tongue exploring the
inside of my mouth as his hands stayed busy elsewhere.
He slowly worked his lips down from mine to my throat
and blazed a trail of intense pleasure all the way to my nip-
ples. He pinched and sucked and nibbled on my hard nip-
ples for a long time as his hand found it's way to my groin.
He wasn't touching my cock yet, just running his fingers
through my pubic hair and down the insides of my thighs.
The pleasure was becoming more than I had ever dreamed
possible. I felt my whole body turn into one giant nerve
end as he continued to stroke and caress my willing flesh.
When he finally took my cock in his hand, I heard myself
moan. I couldn't believe it could feel so good.
"Take it in your mouth." I almost begged. "Suck it dry. I
have to feel your lips and tongue on my hard cock. I want
it all the way in your mouth. Suck my hard cock now, you
hot cocksucker."
He bent down and ran his tongue over the slit in my
dickhead and caught the clear pre-cum running freely
from it. He took just the head in his mouth and sucked it
without moving his head. I started to move my hips. I
wanted to fuck his face before he drove me crazy with the
intense pleasure he was giving me.
"Slow down." he said. "We'll get there soon enough, and
I want it to be the best sex you ever had. Just hold still and
enjoy it."
It was hard to resist forcing my hard rod down his
throat, but I tried to just relax and enjoy what he was do-
ing to me. I'm not exactly hung like a stud, my cock being
a couple of inches shorter than his, but it's real thick.
When he did take it all the way into his mouth, I felt my
dickhead going down the back of his throat. He began to
bob up and down on my cock while he caressed my balls
with one hand and my nipples with the other. I knew I
couldn't hold back much longer, he had me too hot for
that. When I felt my cum gush out of my dick and down
his throat, he had me all the way into his mouth, and I
could actually feel his muscles working to swallow my
seed.
It was like an explosion. I heard bells ring and whistles
blow, and the earth shook, I swear it did. I had never ex-
perienced such intense feelings. It felt like the whole world
was centered on my crotch and it was like I was exper-
iencing the joy of orgasm of everyone who had ever lived
and who will ever live, it was that strong. It seemed like
forever as wave after exquisite wave rolled over my body.
I didn't want it to ever stop. I would never have known or
believed an orgasm could be so strong if it wasn't happen-
ning to me.
A fleeting thought said, "Pinch yourself and make sure
you're not dreaming," but I knew I wasn't. Dreams could
not possibly feel as good as what was taking place there in
my living room.
He didn't stop. He kept my dick in his mouth and it never
got completely soft before he stimulated it back to full
erection. I couldn't believe I had been so lucky to have
found this stud out there on the road.
"Do you have any lubricant?" he asked when he lifted his
head and left my dick standing tall and twitching. "I want
to fuck you."
"You want to put that huge dick in my virgin ass?" I
asked. "That hunk of meat you have would probably tear
me wide open."
"You'll be surprised how much that hole will spread." he
said. I ran to my bedroom to get a tube of sex lubricant I
keep in a drawer of my nightstand. Sometimes I use it
when I jack off or use a dildo on myself.
He took some of the cream and smeared it on his hard
tool. He told me to bend over, and he took more of the
slippery substance and placed it on my asshole, then
pushed some of it right inside me. He inserted one, then
two, then three fingers, and I knew my asshole was
opening further than I had thought possible.
When I felt the head of his dick against my rosebud, I
almost moved away from him, but he was holding onto my
hips and all I could do was take it. He told me to push
back against him and his dickhead penetrated past my
sphincter and slid all the way into my bowels with no hes-
itation. He started to move his hips, fucking my tight ass.
I tried to match his rhythm and every time his cock pres-
sed on my prostate gland, I felt my dick twitch. I wanted
us to cum at the same time and I knew I was going to get
off without even touching my dick. I tried to concentrate
and wait for him but I was having a hell of a time trying
to hold back an orgasm.
"I'm going to cum real soon." I told him. "I can't hold
back much longer."
"No problem." he responded. "I'm almost there, too."
He suddenly rammed his cock all the way in, and for a
minute, I thought he had shoved it all the way up against
my tonsils. I felt his balls contracted up against the base of
his cock and my ass cheeks as I felt the first shot of his
cum deep inside my bowels. I also began to cum and it
was incredible. I had never shot so much cum so far, and I
wasn't even touching my dick.
I didn't want him to pull out of my ass. I wanted to feel
his dick filling me up forever. When his erection faded, it
pulled out by itself, with a pop.
"That is the tightest hole I ever had the pleasure of
sticking my dick in. I guess you really were a virgin."
"I told you I was." I said.
"I know, but some guys say they're virgin, but it soon
becomes obvious that they've been fucked before. My ass
has had a fair share of hard cocks in it and it isn't that
tight anymore, nothing like yours."
We sat back on the couch again and I noticed that the
video had ended while we were otherwise engaged. I got
up and put in another one and sat back beside my new
friend again, cheek to cheek. As the video began to play,
with hard, hung young men, sucking and fucking, I
reached over and took my partner's cock in my hand and it
grew rigid once again.
"Just sit back and watch the video while I work on this
hard meat." I told him as I began to stroke it. I was
determined to make it last longer this time. I wanted him
to enjoy it more than he had ever enjoyed anything before
in his life. I got down on the floor between his knees and
began to lick and nibble at his balls. I ran my tongue over
the area between his balls and his asshole, and he
squirmed. When I licked the full length of his hard shaft
and ran my tongue around the rim of his dickhead, he
moaned.
"Man, that feels incredible." he said. "Suck that big
dick."
"What do you want me to do?" I teased.
"Suck my hard fucking cock." he said.
"You mean like this?" I asked, then slid the full length of
his engorged tube steak into my mouth until my nose was
in his bush.
"Yeah, like that. Suck my big dick. I want to feel the
head in your throat and shoot my hot load into your guts."
As I bobbed up and down on his rigid pole, I did take it
all the way in on every stroke, then pull back until it was
out and lick it, then take it all the way into my mouth
again. He was squirming and breathing so fast I thought
he might hyperventilate. When he tensed his body and
held his breath and I felt his balls move up into firing
position, I took his manmeat all the way in and held it
there while his balls exploded and his hot love juice shot
down my throat. When I pulled my head back, I licked
the cum off of his cock and licked the rim while I mas-
saged his balls.
"Stop." he said. "Please stop. It's so sensitive right now, I
can't stand to have it touched."
"No problem." I said, as I returned once again to his side
on the couch.
"I'm sure glad it was you who picked me up out there
tonight." he said. "I haven't had this much fun in one night
in my entire life."
"I'm glad I picked you up, too. I can't seem to get
enough of your hot body, but the night is still young." I
told him.
We sat there on the couch, watching the guys in the
video suck and fuck and unload huge gushers of hot
cream, then I led him to my bedroom. We made love
several more times that dark, wet night, and I really
couldn't get enough of him. I couldn't help thinking there
must be some way we could get together once in awhile.
In the morning, we had breakfast, washed down by yet
another load of cum, then got dressed so I could take him
to his destination. We talked all the way there and made a
date to get together again in the near future.
We did get together many times, and finally he moved in
with me. He is still living with me, and the sex just seems
to get better and better every day.
(c) Copyright 1995 Richard Franklin All Rights Reserved
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