I was hitchhiking north towards Santa Cruz, to visit some friends. It was late at night, I was standing under a street lamp along the highway, and I realized I wouldn't get there anytime soon. I'd begun to think about where to spend the night...would it be another night sleeping under a bridge? After 20 minutes or so, a BMW pulled over, and I jumped in. He said he wasn't going far, but I wasn't about to turn down a ride!
At this point I'd had some experience with gays I'd met while hitchhiking. Some of those experiences were awkward, some were good, but I'd never really let myself get into it. I would generally shut my eyes and pretend it was actually a cute girl sucking me, or a girl's butt I was screwing. After the third or forth guy I started to get curious about what attracted them to another man's cock, so I fondled his erection. Later I learned to enjoy the feel of a naked man...hairy, firm thighs, well muscled back, I learned I liked a hairy chest. I even sucked a few cocks, but never really got off on it, so the appeal of another man remained something of a mystery. I still saw gay sex as an easy opportunity to get off, with no emotional consequences...easier than finding a girl. Sometimes I would reciprocate, sometimes not.
The driver of the BMW was maybe 35 years old, slightly pudgy. He seemed troubled, like he had a lot on his mind. He clearly wanted someone to talk to. So I listened to his troubles, as he talked about his problems getting along with his father, and a lot of other things. We drove for 20 minutes or so before he asked me where I was planning to spend the night. When I said I had no plans, and no money for a motel, he offered to let me stay at his place for the night. Soon after that we pulled into a condo complex, and walked up to his place on the second floor.
