I was really bummed out. College had turned out to be a repeat of high school. I didn't fit in and was constantly being taunted because I was smaller than the rest of the guys. It was May and I was done with this school crap. After deciding that I really didn't want to go home I had begun hitch hiking across the country. This was my third day and it wasn't looking good. It had rained slowly for an hour and while it wasn't raining now it looked very threatening. To make things worse I was in the hills of Kentucky and hadn't seen a car for 40 minutes. I heard a truck coming and stuck out my thumb, hoping, hoping. Dam, he was stopping. He saw I was soaked and came around the truck, opened the door, and reached in the back of the seat for a blanket. "I hate to get the inside of my new truck wet, here sit on this. My name is Mike, what's yours?"
"It's Jerry sir, thanks for picking me up." Well Jerr, I'm Mike.
I got in and sat down. "I've got to take a leak, might as well do it here." He pulled out this massive, thick cock. It was 6 inches long, soft and very thick. As he pissed I just couldn't stop looking. I didn't even notice that he had stopped pissing and was now just slowly stroking it. "Well boy, might as well get on the road, it's sure to pour in the next few minutes. I watched him come around the front, well over six foot, short hair, well built. We had no sooner pulled away than the skies just opened up. "I'm only going up a few miles kid. I was visiting my girlfriend in town now I'm on my way back to my cabin. What's your story, where are you headed." I told him the whole sorry truth; I really had no idea and no prospects.
"Well I can certainly understand that it's tough on a little twerpy guy like you." A twerp, how could he say that I thought? " Well I really can't just abandon you here in this weather, come up to my place to dry off. Actually I'm advertising right now for a boy, maybe you want to stay and take the job for a while. Yeah I'm a writer and like the seclusion of the mountains. It's quiet yet I can run into town to get food or get laid. I do like a boy around to take care of things though. Why don't you think about it?
The cabin was actually a pretty nice house with nothing around it but trees. We ran thru the rain onto the porch and he started to undress in front of the door "don't want you tracking all that water thru the place boy, better strip down." I could have said no but in reality had no options so I did as he said. We both went into the house in our jockey shorts. The house was nice with great natural light and good furnishings.
He got a couple of cokes while I looked around. "Lets put your wet stuff in the dryer, eh. I followed him into the bathroom, which was enormous. It must have been 14-foot square with skylights, a hot tub and a lot of unusual plumbing stuff. I didn't want to stare but I was impressed. He turned on the dryer then told me to take off my shorts also. "You don't want to be running around in wet under shorts do you?" As kind of a punctuation he casually took off his jockeys and put them in. Again I did as he said. "Wow boy, no wonder you were picked on, you've got a cock like a little boy." I knew I was blushing like crazy, I couldn't help it. "Lets go in, sit down and drink our cokes."
He put on a robe and sat down, I went to sit and he stopped me. "No boy, you can't sit your bare ass on the furniture. I would loan you clothes but you're obviously not my size. Squat down on the floor here, the rugs very soft." He motioned me to a place just in front of him, his robe was open and I could see that big cock nested between his legs. He was talking but I didn't hear, I was just staring. "I wonder have you thought about being my boy for a while?"
"I really don't know what that means Sir, just what does a boy do?"
"Ha-ha, a boy just does what he's told. You've heard of houseboys or manservants haven't you. I write for a living and find that sex relaxes me and lets me think. You would be required to service me and all my needs. I think you would be perfect. Of course, maybe your not interested in this?" he was stroking that perfect cock again and I couldn't take my eyes away. "Are you interested boy?"
I stammered out a yes Sir and a "tell me more."
"You'll have to do what your told, from what I know you'll like that. Come over here I'll show you." I shuffled forward until I was at his feet, between his legs. "I know you like looking at my cock, why don't you get acquainted. Put your hand around it, feel its texture. That's right boy, it feels good doesn't it?" I must admit it did even when he told me to get close and take a whiff of his man smell.
