This story occurs back in the late 60s when hitchhiking was much more common.
The first part of this story is mostly true up to and including the first blowjob. The rest is pure fiction. I hope you enjoy it.
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My name's John - not particularly original I know, but that's what my parents named me. I had just finished my sophomore year at Rice University and would be spending the summer in Houston (not a great place to be during their hot humid summers). My mother recently re-married and now lives with her new husband in Florida and there's no way I'd want to spend these months with them. My father lives in California with his second wife and I have very little to do with him. He has a new family now and apparently has little interest in his old one -- that is me.
I wanted to do something fun in the next three months. My friends all have summer jobs, but fortunately I have enough money to carry me through the summer and then some. I wanted to do something exciting these next three months. I definitely didn't want to experience the same old boring summers I'd had around here the last two years. And I really hoped to have some sexual experiences as well. You see, I was still a virgin. Not for want of trying, but I have to admit I hadn't tried too hard.
For what it's worth, I'm 20, white, 5'9" and weigh about 145. My hair is a dark blond and is a little long -- just the way I like it. I'm in pretty good shape even though I'm no athlete. I have a pleasant face and I can be pretty charming when I want to be. Actually I'm pretty decent looking -- in fact a girlfriend of one of my friends in college told him that she thought I was cute and that my body really turned her on. So why weren't the girls chasing me? I suspect it's because I'm too smart and that I think too much -- and maybe it's because I'm not really into parties. Most of the time I'd rather stay home and read a good book. I don't smoke and seldom drink which is probably a drag for most people, especially girls who like to party.
I really did like girls and had dated some, but it seemed we never seemed to get past the kissing and groping stage. One Saturday some time ago, I was doing my laundry in a laundromat in the afternoon and a decent looking older woman suggested that I come over to her place for a drink when I was done. Naïve me didn't realize until later what she really wanted -- boy I really blew it that time!
In any case, whenever I jacked off, it was mostly while looking at pictures of other boys. I'd had a few blowjobs from guys in restrooms, so I was probably queer -- and I knew I'd like to try having sex with a guy if I had a chance.
I'd once been to Colorado on a trip with my parents and was amazed by how beautiful it was. I loved the mountains, the trees and the lakes and knew I'd love to go there again, so that's what I'm going to do. I could afford to fly there, but I decided that wouldn't be too much fun - or very adventurous for that matter, so I decided to hitchhike. I'd never hitchhiked before and I thought it would be fun and interesting. If nothing else, I would get a chance to meet all sorts of people and see the country between here and there.
I decided to go to Colorado Springs. I'd been there before and it was really beautiful. I thought that maybe I could get a cabin in the mountains for a few days. That would be so fine! Consequently, after I had gotten my nerve up, I packed up my backpack one night in the middle of June, got up at 6 a.m. the next morning, went to the nearest highway and stuck my thumb out. It was a warm day and I knew it would get hotter, so all I was wearing were jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers.
I got my first ride about 10 minutes later which took me just north of Houston. The day had gotten hot and I hitchhiked for a couple of hours shirtless, thinking that maybe some gay guy would pick me up (I'd heard that they liked to do that), but if not, at least I could get a good tan while I was at it.
The roads were pretty busy, so I didn't have to wait very long between rides -- at least during the day. Most of them were uneventful with just a couple of exceptions. One was with a rather seedy guy in an old, run-down car who picked me up about a couple of hours out of Houston. We rode together about 45 minutes before something seemed to happen to one of his front wheels. Pulling off into a gas station, he learned that some of the bolts on a wheel had sheared off and there was only one bolt left keeping it on the axel!. Needless to say I was glad the tire hadn't fallen off while we were traveling at 65 mph.
Another exception was this nice old couple in their pick-up who I caught a ride with. They were going into Dallas where the wife was scheduled to have an operation for cancer. They stopped for dinner while I was with them and insisted upon paying for my meal. I tried to object since I could have easily paid for all of our meals, but they insisted, so what could I do?
Over dinner, we chatted some.
Amelia, the wife asked, "So why are you hitchhiking, John? You don't look at all like most hitchhikers we see, so clean-cut."
"I guess I'm not," I laughed. "I live such a boring life, spending most of my time reading and studying, so I thought I'd try hitchhiking just for fun. I must say I'm meeting a lot of nice people, like you and your husband. Besides the only other ways I could get to Colorado Springs is by bus or plane and I didn't feel like I'd get as much out of the trip if I did that," I smiled.
The husband seemed to understand my motives, and Amelia went on. "I hope you won't run into any bad people, John. You're such a good looking young man and you might tempt some of 'that' kind, so I want you to be really careful, you hear. You'll be in our prayers tonight."
They didn't want to drive any more that day, so I got back on the road and started hitching again.
After a couple more rides, I was dropped off somewhere north of Dallas and it became noticeably colder because it was getting dark out, so I put on a jacket. I'd hoped I'd make it as far as Amarillo my first day, but that obviously wasn't going to happen anymore. I knew I'd have to stop somewhere sooner and get a room for the night. Since it was now after 9 p.m. and had gotten dark, it became harder to catch rides. Sometimes I had to wait 30 minutes or more before someone would stop for me and pick me up.
At around 10:30 pm, I was dropped off about 10 miles south of Wichita Falls and I had to wait over an hour before an older car pulled over and let me get in. The guy was maybe 30 years old, slim, clean-shaven and probably a redneck but otherwise seemed O.K., He was friendly enough and said he just liked having company, especially with young guys like me -- looking at me with a grin. The car was trashy inside, but I was just glad to get out of the cold and on my way again, so I didn't really care.
He held out his hand and I shook it. "Hi, I'm Lee, just headed home from Wichita Falls. I actually had to turn around to pick you up. What's a young guy like you doing out here this time of night?"
"I'm hitchhiking to Colorado Springs -- I thought it would be fun to spend some time in the mountains this summer, get away from the heat of Texas. - I really appreciate your stopping, it was getting cold out there and it seems to be really hard to catch rides this time of night. I'm hoping to spend the night somewhere in Wichita Falls. Oh, and my name's John, Lee."
"I'll take you into the Falls, but then I've got to turn around and go back south -- I need to get back home," Lee responded.
We got back on the road and chatted some as we rode along.
"I always like to pick up young guys when I can. I like a little male company sometimes -- if you know what I mean," and he winked at me.
I didn't know what he meant, but I figured what the hell? He seemed like a pretty decent person and at least I was back on the road.
"Well I'm certainly no girl." I smiled at him and laughed. "I've been hitching since six this morning and I'm just about dead, so I may not be great company, but I'll try to do the best I can."
"That's O.K.. Where are you going to stay tonight in the Falls?"
"I don't know -- maybe you could drop me off at some motel if you know of one? I really need to get off my feet and get some sleep."
"Let me think about it. Hey, you want a beer? I've got some in a cooler in back."
I wasn't a beer drinker, but I thought I'd be sociable and accept one.
"Sure, why not?" I told him and he got one for both of us. We popped the cans open and took sips.
While we were chatting and going down the road, drinking our beers, I noticed his right hand was slowly edging over. I didn't say anything about it and soon his hand was on my thigh. I was very tired and didn't resist when he began fondling my crotch -- besides it felt good.
"Want a blowjob?," he asked softly, looking over at me.
