I'm in my 30's business man traveling in southern Michigan and northern Indiana. I finished for the day near Kalamazoo and am driving through Three Rivers, it's cold, with a steady rain and dark. I then see a young guy hitch hiking carrying a backpack. I normally don't pick up hitch hikers, but it's miserable, so I stop.
Tom's his name, he's 22 from northern Indiana, headed home. He smells like rain, and he's shivering cold. I get out some dry clothes and tell him to change, he takes off his shirt. He is very in shape, rippled body, chest hair, with a strip running from below his breasts, down into his pants. He slides off his pants, he's not wearing underwear that I can tell, but it's to dark to see. He slides on the dry clothes and then leans back to rest.
After 20 minutes or so, he's asleep, laying across the middle seat with his head almost touching my shoulder. Through the next 1/2 hour he slides down finally with his head in my lap. I don't move him as he's out.
I get on the turnpike and start heading west, all of a sudden I feel his hand on my leg, but I don't move. Then his hands feels his way up to my crotch which begins to make my cock grow. Tom is now massaging my cock which is getting harder, but nothing is said. Not knowing what to do, but wanting to continue what is going on, I pull into the dark rest area and park near the end.