When I started driving some years ago, I recall my dad's repeated warnings about keeping plenty of gas in my car. Well, as this 19-year-old sat on the gravel shoulder of a rather desolate foothill highway after running out of gas, the last thing I wanted to think about was my dad being right, as usual. It didn't seem that I would have to worry about anybody coming along this road at 1 a.m., so I figured I might as well bunk in my car until daylight. It was early fall but still warm, so I left the windows down and tried to enjoy the faint breeze coming off the foothills.
All alone in the middle of nowhere, and nothing else to do, I figured it was as good a time as any to jack-off. I stretched out across the seat and leaned back against the passenger door, undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees. I could clearly make out my exposed cock and balls in the bright moonlight that shone through the windshield. I then started to pump my dick to hardness while I cupped my balls. Almost as soon as I settled in for a nice hand fuck, headlights rounded the corner. 'Wouldn't you know?' I thought as I stopped beating my meat for a second. The truck passed me by very slowly, enough to make out the shadow of a lone driver behind the wheel. I could swear we made eye contact. It seemed as if it would continue on, then came to a stop. Back-up lights came on, and the truck pulled to the side of the road in front of my car as I scrambled in the front seat to pull my pants back up.
I was a bit uneasy at this turn of events. After all, even though I was about 5'10", I was a rather skinny runt for my age. I certainly wasn't what anyone would call "fighting trim". All the stories from my youth of things that happened to teenagers or unlucky travelers out alone late at night flooded through my mind as the driver's door of the truck opened. A flashlight came on and the beam was square in my eyes. My heart raced.
"You okay in there?" called a voice.
"Uh... yeah!" I answered back. "Just out of gas."
The light remained in my eyes as footsteps crunched on the gravel towards me.
"Not the best place to run out of gas, my friend," said the voice. "Not that any place is a good place to run out of gas. You're about 10 miles from the nearest gas station, and even if was only 10 feet, there isn't gonna be one around here open this time of night." The flashlight was now at my window, and the footsteps had halted. The beam was cast all over me and the interior of my car, then back to my face.
"So I figured." I snorted nervously as I squinted at the bright light.
"Relax." The flashlight was turned up to reveal the face of a rather friendly face that looked about 30 or so. "My name's Kurt. You have no need to be scared of me."
"Thanks," I stammered, feeling relieved.
"You even old enough to drive this thing? You look barely a teenager!"
My curse: always looking younger than I was.
"Yes, I'm old enough." I countered. "Although, maybe I need to be a bit more responsible so I don't end up in a situation like this, huh?"
The man waved his hand in a fatherly gesture.
"What's done is done. Come on out and let's see what we can do about getting you some gas for your car." I opened the door and slid out of the car, still bathed in the beam from the flashlight. In my haste to pull up my pants when Kurt's truck came up, my underwear ended up as more of an afterthought... they were rolled up at the top of my thighs and bunched up in my pants. I was immediately self-conscious as the beam worked up and down over me.
"You look harmless enough. Lock up the car and get in the truck, and we'll see if I got some gas for you."
I did as he suggested, locking up the car and getting into the passenger side of the truck. As I prepared to get in, the cab's light gave me a better look at the man known as Kurt; maybe 10 to 15 years my senior, moderate height, stocky, close-cropped brown hair, and with an air of someone in law enforcement or the military. To my amusement, he was dressed in a robe and slippers. He seemed to notice my surprise at his clothing, or more, the lack of it.
"No, I don't drive everywhere in my robe," he said with a self-knowing chuckle. "I live only about a hundred yards back. You caught my attention when I heard you slow down and stop. That, and your repeated tries at starting your car again. Not too many other reasons to stop out here, so I figured you needed some help."
"Well, I appreciate it."
As I sat down on the seat, I was still a bit uncomfortable from my rolled underwear. Kurt eyed me with a slight smile, but didn't say anything as I pulled the door shut, turning off the overhead light. He started the truck and headed up the road a bit, driving but a short way and turning onto a gravel side road, and then motoring to the top of a small hill. He stopped the truck and turned it off as he flipped off the headlights. My heart jumped.
