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From: tag michaels
Subject: Adventures Of a Teenage HitchhikerYet another story of intergenerational sex. If this is offensive or you
are underage. Blah, Blah, Blah. There is absolutely no truth.Blah, Blah,
Blah but if any reader has actually had this experience and want to share
that, then please do. Perhaps it can even be incorporated into the story,
with your permission of course.
As always N-Joi
Hugs, Tag_m
It was May of 1967 and I was out of school early. The next 3 months would
go down in history as the Summer of Love. Boy was that ever right. There
were a few time over those four months when I would wonder if was doing
made me a whore but I didn't dwell on it. I made almost ten thousand
dollars that summer, a time when the annual per capita income was barely
four thousand; and I was barely thirteen.The whole thing started by accident. I lived in the city, the North End
actually, and since I had no money and little prospect of making any,
like tons of people were doing those days, I hitchhiked. Wherever I
needed to go I thumbed it and I never had trouble getting a ride. Like
everyone else under the age of thirty, I'd let my blonde hair grow out
and it was past my shoulders when this story started. It was quite light
in color and had lots of waviness to it so I suppose that with my small
size-maybe five feet two and a hundred and fifteen pounds, and smooth
pale skin, it was no wonder that so many men who picked me up thought I
was a girl. Heck, even my voice was still pretty high, high enough that
more than one guy thought I was lying about being a boy, that is until he
got my pants down. One guy even got me a dress and put make up on me and
made me flirt with him before we had sex. I didn't mind; it earned me
three hundred dollars for one night plus a hell of a good meal and a
dynamite hotel room. Actually it was kinda fun, but I'm getting ahead of
myself.So I hitched everywhere, becoming quite adept at it. I also got good at
reading people and developing story lines for why I was hitching. In the
beginning it got me small amounts of cash; change or a couple a bucks and
sometimes a meal. I preferred the money though cuz I could get
cheeseburgers for nineteen cents a pop at Dick's drive-ins and besides
like any other teenage boy I could live on the things.>From the beginning I had heard comments that
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sex from those who picked me up. It made me nervous at first but I
learned to run with it and it didn't bother me. Had I used my head
earlier on I probably could have doubled my money before school started
in September. So anyhow I was on the street, a very busy four lane main
thoroughfare that ran for miles. It was about 8 at night and I didn't
have anything to do so I had hit the bricks. My mom worked two jobs and
with no father in the picture I was home alone an awful lot. We had a
black and white TV but didn't get very good reception in the apartment
building we lived in and I didn't care much for TV anyhow, preferring
books. But still I got bored and when I got bored I went somewhere,
anywhere.The car looked like a Caddy and judging from the shine and smell of
leather when I leaned down to the opened passenger window, I suspected
that it was new."Where you headed kid?" The middle aged guy behind the wheel asked and I
nodded my head in the direction he was going. I learned to be vague in
case I needed to bail along the way. "Get in." The guy watched me pretty
intently as I climbed in and pulled the heavy door shut then faced him.
He eyed me up and down, raised a busy eyebrow at my ragged jeans then
nodded his head, looked in his rear view mirror and peeled out into
traffic."Right on," I giggled at the sudden leap of the car and the screeching
rubber. He drove a few blocks, paying attention to the traffic patterns
then looked back over at me."Nice jeans," he commented, referring I guessed to the rip in one knee
and the fringes hanging from the flared out bell bottom cuffs."No money for new ones," I said back at him with a smile and a slight
batting of my large hazel colored eyes. I have to say that by any
standards I was cute as all hell and would eventually make some good
money posing in front of a camera so when I really turned on the charm
people seemed to go out of their way to do things for me."No summer job, no mowing lawns?" he asked."Nope," I nodded my head, causing my hair to fly a little and
necessitating my pushing it back behind a small ear. "No mower. I live in
an apartment." He nodded his head and was quiet for a block or two then
said,"Well maybe I can help you out, how'd you like to make ten bucks?"
Considering that the minimum wage was like
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something, a ten spot was a hefty chunk of cash, especially for a
thirteen year old."Who do I have to kill?" I asked and the guy chuckled, said it wasn't
anything quite that serious. He kept his eyes on the road and said,"Lemme see your dick." When I didn't say anything right away he glanced
at me out of the corner of his eye."That's all, just show you my dick?" He nodded his head. "Right here?" I
asked him."Naw. Let's see," he said looking around then made an abrupt turn onto a
street that angled off of ours; another four laner that headed toward the
NorthTown Mall. "We'll go over to the mall if that's okay with you. The
stores are closed so the parking lot will be empty. I know just the
place." What could I say, ten bucks was ten bucks."Okay with me." This was going to be interesting. What was interesting
was that I didn't even consider that I could get hurt. I took the guy at
his word that looking was all he was interested in. I thought about it
though and wondered just how it was going to go down but we were only a
few blocks away so I didn't have a lot of time to consider much of
anything. The guy pulled in and parked out in the middle of the empty lot
and shut off his car."How's this?" he asked as I glanced a quick 360. Still looking out the
side window I unbuckled the thick leather belt then undid the jeans. Once
the flaps were open I drug my white cotton tighty whities under my nuts.
I pulled my shirt up past my belly button and looked down at my barely
pubescent boyhood, the five inch tube in repose to one side."How about if you take your jeans down a little; I mean, after all it is
ten dollars?" The guy said.He had a point and I didn't care so I hefted my skinny butt up, tugged my
clothes down past my knees and relaxed back down, the leather warm to my
bare flesh, my hands resting on the seat beside me. I wasn't too
embarrassed by my body. In seventh grade PE that year I had been
somewhere in the middle when it came to dick size, hairs, balls and all
that stuff that matter's to boys my age. I had a small patch of dark
brown hairs that had showed up at the base of my cock one Friday night
about five or so months before. My balls hung sometimes, usually after a
hot shower, but most of the time they were a wrinkled round white bag
attached under my dick."You're absolutely beautiful," the man said quietly, "from your toes to
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head." I thanked him for the compliment, my mother not allowing our
being poor as an excuse for poor manners. "Can I touch you?" he asked."Not for ten dollars," I said and started to pull my pants back up."Wait," he said and I stopped; jeans at mid thigh. "I'll give you another
five if you make yourself hard," he said. The guy was practically
drooling as he stared at my dick and I swear he licked his lips. Instead
of answering I pushed my clothes back down below my knees then turned and
rested my back against the car door, facing toward the man. I let my legs
fall open and began playing with myself. I poked and prodded and slapped
the thing from side to side, pulled on it and on my balls and tried
virtually every other trick I knew. I really wanted that extra five bucks
but my dick didn't seem at all interested in what I wanted. The man
offered to help and I just gave him a look and started to pull my jeans
up again. He asked, "How much; how much do you want?""To touch me? Depends on what you mean by touch," I said, letting my
stuff get snuggled back inside my Jockey's then putting everything else
back in place. The guy seemed to get back to normal and asked if I could
possibly be in the same place that I was tonight only on Thursday night.
I didn't bother to ask why saying,"Maybe. I got stuff to do but I'll try," I told him, putting sincerity
into my still somewhat high voice. He asked if I wanted a ride somewhere
and I said I was fine, which was sort of the truth cuz I hadn't been
headed anywhere special when he picked me up, just out and about. I took
the offered ten bucks, hopped out and before I closed the door he said
his name was Bob."Okay, see ya around Bob," I said, not giving my name in return, and
closed the door. I watched him leave the parking lot and head off back
the way we'd come while I walked, fingering the ten dollars in my pocket,
my brain full of conflicting thoughts. Aside from Christmas and birthdays
it had been the easiest ten dollars I'd ever made. If I could do that a
couple of times a week the summer showed a great deal of promise. Showing
some guy my dick was easy, it was the touching part that I had to give
thought to. Of course I beat off on a regular basis fantasizing about
that exact thing and more, I just hadn't fantasized about a guy doing it.
On the other hand I didn't figure any women would pay to touch me or do
other stuff. I stuck my thumb out and caught a girl who said she was in
college and headed in that direction and was that okay with me.It was too. I liked hanging out on University Avenue, what everyone
called, The Ave, it was a really cool place. It's amazing to me how
things seem to happen in batches sometimes. The Ave was pretty crowded
for a Tuesday evening; lots of long haired hippy type people all over the
place and lots of people selling drugs right out on the street like it
was an open air market or something. There weren't a whole lot of kids my
age, not like what I heard about San Francisco for instance, but there
were some and when I spotted a group of five or six of them hanging out
side of a head shop and since I'd seen them a couple of times before, I
stopped to talk and found out that they hung out there a lot of the time."Good place to pick up some bread man," a lanky kid named Stoner told me
after we'd been rapping awhile then walked off down narrow, almost
totally dark alley between the head shop and what looked like a bar.
Making bread interested me so of course I asked one of
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what he mean and the boy sort of shrugged his shoulders. I had to piss so
asked one of the guys if there was a bathroom some place close and was
told to go back down the alley that Stoner had just gone down."Careful not to trip on somebody," a kid named Harry said with
Lolita Fix a laugh as
I headed into the alley. What little light there was came from a dim bulb
over a narrow door that I guessed went into the bar. I heard low voices
from deeper in the alleyway so kept walking past the light, not wanting
to get busted for hanging my stuff out in public. I finally saw a couple
of people and gravitated in that direction thinking that was the local
piss spot. Boy was I wrong. I made out Stoner because of the rainbow tie
dyed shirt he was wearing and as I got closer I could see what looked
like a guy on his knees in front of the boy and. Stoner was letting the
guy suck his dick! Stoner's jeans were open and although I couldn't
really see anything, it was pretty plain to see, even in that small
amount of light that the guy had my new friend's dick in his mouth and
was sucking it and jacking the boy off. Stoner saw me and nodded; a small
smile on his lips."Gotta piss," I said, feeling weird about interrupting what I considered
a private moment. He nodded his head in the direction I was headed. I
kept going and came across another couple less than ten feet away. This
time it looked like a boy on his knees doing a guy whose pants were open
and down far enough to expose his stuff, at least it would have been
exposed if the boy hadn't had his face in there. I tried not to look but
I was amazed at what was going on there. I finally reached the end of the
alley and hauled my dick out and let fly, my mind a jumble of visuals. On
the trip back out the boy was up against the wall and the man was
standing behind him, his white ass moving in and out and with yet another
shock I realized that the guy was fucking the boy up the ass! I kept
right on going; noticing Stoner was gone.Back on the street Stoner was smoking a cigarette, the other boys nowhere
in sight."What's that all about Stoner?" I asked. The short story was that guys
from the bar would pay the boys for sex. It was five bucks to let a guy
suck you, eight bucks to suck the guy. "Yeah but dude, it looks like a
boy's getting fucked back there." Stoner nodded his head as he blew out a
lungful of smoke, a small grimace on his face."Yeah, well I'm not into that at all but Bobby's a street kid, on the
run, so he needs all the bread he can get and guys pay him twenty bucks
to fuck him so what can I say." He was quiet a moment then added, "He
makes a shit load of money though and sometimes I think he kind of likes
it."Back in my bed that night I mulled all that over. I'd chosen not to tell
Stoner that I'd gotten ten bucks just to be looked at. Playing over in my
mind the image of Stoner getting his cock sucked made me get all hard so
I stripped off my briefs and played with myself, rubbing my balls,
stroking my stiff cock, spitting in my
Lolita Fix hand and sliding my fist over my
sensitive cock head before actually getting down to beating off. I threw
the sheets off so I could watch in the dim light coming in from outside.
I loved my cock, loved beating off, loved cumming, and the thought of
getting my dick sucked on got me off much faster than usual, not that I
ever held out very long. It somehow made me shoot farther too; the first
small glob of sperm going past my belly button and the other one just
sort of plopping out onto my belly below the belly button. The rest was
just a small dribble and once it was done I wiped myself off with a sock
and relaxed onto my sheets, gently stroking or other wise touching myself
as I considered again, the nights' experiences and I wondered just how
much ole Bob would pay me to suck my dick.I went to meet Bob but after hanging out for half an hour or so I said
fuck it and decided to truck so put my thumb out. Nothing exciting
happened for a few days as I thumbed my way all over the city, going just
for the sake of going. I didn't go back to the Ave that week cuz I didn't
really think that making that scene in the alley was my bag. Besides
there were other parts of the city that I wanted to explore. In the
future I might but that early in my entrepreneurial efforts I avoided it.The next gig I got was with a long haired college age pot dealer in a VW
micro bus all painted up with bright flowers and rainbows and shit. The
inside was pretty cool too, paneling on the walls and full mattress and
pillows and stuff in the back. He offered me some dope but I declined
cause I didn't do any drugs, even herb, still don't."Goddamn dude you looked like a chick standing out there," he said when I
got in and he figured out that I wasn't a girl."Yeah, thanks," I said. He thought I was pissed; I wasn't, so he started
apologizing all over the place. He didn't have to; hell it was his
fucking van. We talked while he drove, nothing significant, Grace Slick
and the Great Society banging out tunes on his 8 track. We got around to
my looking "so darn purdy" and I told him that it seemed to be a common
mistake."I'm not generally into dudes," he finally said as he rubbed at his
crotch, "but I think I could make an exception in this case.""Yeah, well I seem to hear that a lot too," I responded."Really?" I nodded my head and he wanted to know if I ever, like, did
stuff with guys. I played it smooth and told him I did if the price was
right. He laughed and called me a capitalist pig; but a purdy one."Yeah, well a dude's gotta have fundage," I told him. He nodded his head
in agreement then asked if I was interested in going to his pad and
hanging out a while and when I asked what would we do there-Small
Faces/Itchy-coo Park- he suggested we could maybe look at some stroke
books. I figured that was going to lead to something so I told him to
show me the bread. We were at a stop light so he reached into his pocket
and pulled out a roll the size of my fist."Let's go your pad," I told him, flashing him a pearly white smile.The house was small, in a quiet neighborhood not all that far from the U.
The living room was sorta messy and again he apologized. I didn't care
cuz the place was hip as hell with posters all over the place, many of
them black light posters and a black light resting on top of a tall empty
bookshelf. Well, empty except for a bong. Case, that was his name, asked
if I wanted something to drink and I shook my head."Just wanna get down to business," he asked with a smile and that time I
nodded my head. He left the room and came back with a couple of magazines
and sat next to me on the sofa. He set one between us and began slowly
flipping through the glossy colored pages. I'd never seen a skin book
before, never seen a naked woman, or girl, so my cock went stone hard
immediately."Yeah, me too," he said when I rubbed at the front of my jeans, Case
doing the same thing for emphasis. I let him take the lead and so a few
minutes later we both had our jeans opened wide, the bulge of our boners
against our white cotton briefs very evident, his bulge of course being
way larger than mine. When Case shoved his hand down the front of his
underwear I tried to get a peek at what he had while I was doing the same
thing. He finally stopped at a page that showed a close up of the guys
big fat cock shoved up inside of the woman's cunt, the shot being taken
from behind them. The guy had her rocked up onto her back, her legs held
out of the way so the shot of the whole thing was very clear, and like I
said, close up."Man, that is so hot lookin," Chase said quietly. "You wanna do it while
we look at this?" I nodded my head, knowing that do it meant jack off.
This would be a first for me, beating off in front of someone else. I'd
heard stories about other boys doing it with their best friend but I
didn't have that many friends and certainly not one that would do that
with me, at least I didn't think so. I watched intently as Case lifted
his ass off the sofa and shoved his ratty jeans and underwear to the
floor then sat back with his legs spread open as he tugged his t-shirt up
out of the way and fully exposed himself to me.The dude had a big cock; that was for sure. Big furry balls too, that
hung low between his hairy thighs. His pubic hair was a thick nest of
wild looking curls and I wondered briefly if I would look like that when
I got older and secretly hoped not. I slipped my pants down and leaned
back, just like Chase had done, allowing him to look me over."Damn you're young aren't ya?" he said, staring at my pulsing hard boy
boner and almost hairless body. He began slowly stroking the hunk of hard
meat while watching me as I started to do the same. We sat there making
love to our fists for a good minute or so, both of us watching each other
as much as the magazine. Chase asked if I'd ever done that, nodding his
head at the penetration shot that we were fixated on. I was surprised
when he said he hadn't either after I shook my head"Have you ever been jacked off before?" he asked. I noticed that his
voice seemed to have gotten deeper. When I shook my head no he asked if
I'd like to try it and when I didn't answer right away he figured that I
was holding out for more money, not the we had discussed the financial
arrangements."Give you twenty bucks," he said. I could live with that, twenty bucks
for doing what I loved, cumming. I nodded my head and put my hands to my
side, giving him access to my virgin body. He reached over and took hold
of my dick, his arm resting across my flat belly, and started stroking
me. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven and for just a second thought
I'd forgo charging the guy for the experience. He held onto my dick with
his thumb and fingers, just like I did and began jacking me off while he
continued to stroke his own cock with his other hand. As he stroked me he
worked his other fingers onto my balls, then underneath them and sort of
tickled me. That was about all it took. There wasn't any warning. I was
too young to be able to read the warning signs of when my body was ready
to squirt. I just thrust my hips up as my cock let loose with something
more than a drop of cum, more like a glob, than shot up in the air and
landed on Case's forearm. He kept on jacking me off and I shot another
glob that did the same thing. It was all over quickly and I relaxed back
on the sofa panting."That was hot as hell man, fucking groovy," he said taking his hand away
from me. He wiped my sperm off his arm and put it on his cock head which
was leaking precum like a faucet and squeezed and rubbed the purplish
looking flesh. He began jacking off in earnest, his balls bouncing around
like mad, then,"OH FUCK," dude,
Lolita Fix here it comes, watch." I wondered how he knew that,
wondered if he had some way of controlling his sperming. I didn't wonder
long because he slowed his stroking and his dick erupted with cum. I
watched in awe as squirt after squirt of gooey white sperm landed all
over his chest and belly, figuring that big balls made big amounts of
juice. The thing finally quit and slowed to a dribble and even that was
more cum than I made altogether. He finally stopped, let his hand rest on
his upper thigh and let himself relax into the sofa, his head back and
his eyes closed, breathing like a race horse. I kept watching his dick
and seeing stuff keep oozing out
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himself. I watched as his belly kept clenching, the same thing mine did
after I cummed."That was a fucking mind blower," he finally said, his head lolling
toward me. "Thanks man." I didn't know why he was thanking me but I
nodded my head toward him anyhow. We finally cleaned up and he took me to
a major street where I elected to jump off. He pulled out his roll and
peeled of a twenty and a ten and handed them to me. I got my first
fucking tip. How about that."Any time you want to hang out and groove with me man, you're always
welcome." I knew he meant it and when I asked, he told me I could usually
find him most any night down on the Ave; meaning university Avenue, up by
the funky clothing store with the florescent orange skeleton in the
window. I nodded my head, we did the handshake thing and I dug out.Another few days went by before I scored again; meanwhile I was exploring
new territory. I'd decided to give a shot at riding the interstate so
found myself standing at the foot of a southbound onramp about two miles
from my apartment at a
Lolita Fix little after nine one damp Saturday
Lolita Fix morning. A
tractor, a semi without a trailer, was turning from the other side of the
street to get on the freeway and stopped for me once he'd crossed over. I
climbed up onto the running board and leaned in the open window."Hop in" the guy said so I popped the door latch and climbed into the big
rig and the guy started up the ramp before the door was even closed."So what's your name kid?" the guy asked as he quickly shifted gears
while watching his rear view mirror and edging out into traffic."Tracy," I said. He said that seemed appropriate and I knew what he
meant; that I looked like a girl and girls are named Tracey.Jerry," he said by way of response, "where you headed Tracy?""Same direction you are man," I responded, deciding to be a little bit of
a smart ass. He looked at me, eyeing me over, spending a little extra
time at the front of my jeans."I don't generally pay for it," he said, returning his eyes to the
highway."I don't generally give it away," I shot back and the man laughed,
telling me that if he looked as fucking cute as I did, he wouldn't give
it up either. He'd moved to the middle lane and I became aware that I
could look down into cars from my perch in the big truck."How old are you anyhow?" he asked. I responded that I was thirteen then
looked back out the window as we came along side of a car."Holy shit," I blurted out, "there's a girl sucking a guy's dick in that
car." Indeed, the driver's pants were open and tugged down and a girl had
her face in his crotch, moving up and down."Not surprised Jerry said, "you see all kinds of crazy shit from up here.
He'd slowed the truck slightly so that we kept pace with the car and I
watched as the girl took her head away from the guy and jacked on his
hard cock. The guy had his pants down and I was close enough that I could
see his furry balls bouncing as she jacked on his cock. She happened to
look up and see me staring down at her and smiled at me. She must have
said something cuz the driver looked up at me and he smiled too, then the
girl went back to diving on his dick. I was getting Lolita Fix all hard watching the
show and of course Teddy noticed that and commented on it. I looked at
him and smiled then went back to watching the couple in the car, who
seemed to be enjoying the fact that I was watching them. The girl stopped
sucking again and went to jacking the guy off, casting a glance up at me
to see if I was still watching, smiling at me when she saw that I was.
She then pointed to the guy's dick and mouthed something too me at the
same time the guy pulled his shirt up out of the way. Then all of a
sudden he squirted; the white glob of cum shooting up in the air a little
bit and coming down in his pubes. I only saw the one shot cuz the girl
covered his dick with her mouth again and must have swallowed the rest of
it."Fuck he just cummed and now she's back sucking his dick. She must be
swallowing the rest of his cum." I was amazed and pretty well turned on
by the whole scene, my dick getting a little uncomfortable in my jeans."You're welcome to take care of that little problem," Teddy said as he
picked up speed a little bit and slid past the car."Yeah, like I'm going to just open up and jack off right here?""Why not, nobody can see you." I retorted that he could."True, but I'm paying for ain't I?" He said and when I said "are you", he
nodded his head. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back into the seat,
slouching a little as I went to work on the Sam Browne belt's twin
pronged buckle. Once down I shoved everything down to my knees and tugged
my shirt up."Nice cock for a boy your age Tracy," he said once my stuff was all out
in the open for viewing. I started rubbing my cock and pushing on my
balls with the palm of my hand, sort of stretching them out. I let my
legs fall open and put both hands on my dick, squeezing it between them.
I pushed at the base and made it stand straight up in the air, looking at
Teddy who was looking at me. He hit his signal light and I looked back
out the windshield to see what he was doing, which was getting ready to
pull off of the freeway into a truck weighing station. It happened to be
closed but there were a couple of trailers parked there and another big
rig at the far end toward where trucks got back on the freeway. Teddy
pulled off to the side and parked at the back, away from the freeway and
alongside of a chain link fence, the other side of which was solid
forest."What if someone's in the trees watching?" I asked him, still slowly
working on my cock."Crawl into the sleeper he said, nodding his head behind us and pulling
the curtains open. I hadn't really paid a whole lot of attention when I
first got in the rig but behind us was a neat little cubby hole that was
like a tiny little bedroom. It looked well padded, had a couple of
pillows and blanket and stuff. Teddy told me it was standard for anyone
driving long haul, which is what he did for a living. I figured what the
heck, something new, so tugged my clothes back into place, kicked off my
shoes at Teddy's request, and climbed up into the sleeper, rolling onto
my back immediately. I shucked my jeans and underwear all the way off,
got a pillow under my head then spread my legs wide open and put my hands
back to work. Teddy had gotten up and turned around and was kneeling on
the seat, his upper body bend down into the opening of the sleeper and
watching me."You are awful pretty," he said, "I'd give my eye teeth to fuck you
Tracy," he said softly. I gave him a wide eyed look and stopped dead. He
smiled as I shook my head."I said I'd like to, not that I was going to," he clarified, "go ahead
and keep doin what you was doin," he said. I went back to loving myself,
slowly stroking my rock hard cock, sometimes feeling on my balls or
tugging on them. I kind of liked that, the tugging on my nuts."Do you want to do this for me?" I asked him. He seemed to think about
that for a moment then asked if that was what I wanted. "You're the
customer," I responded. It took yet another moment of thought then he
asked me to turn around and put my legs toward him. I wiggled and
squirmed and got turned around, my legs sticking out the opening of the
sleeper, my crotch laid out like a meal in front of the man. I sat up,
resting backwards on my hands while Jerry just stared at my stuff. He
looked me in the eye and I nodded my head toward my crotch. The man
reached out and tenderly took hold of my hard cock and closed his hand
around it.I loved the feeling of someone else holding onto my dick, the heat from
their hand, the pressures that they made on it. I let my eyes close as
Jerry began jacking me off, going very slow as if to draw it out longer,
to make the moment last. I felt him grazing the insides of my thighs and
then the warmth on my balls and looked down to see Jerry licking at my
nuts. I stopped him then pulled my legs back in and put my feet against
the walls of the sleeper at the edges of the opening. What that did was
open me up wider and give Jerry a better access to my smooth sperm makers
and of course I didn't know it them but my asshole was hanging out like a
brown eye as well. I lay back in the sleeper and wallowed in the feelings
of the man washing my balls with his tongue like a mother cat. He sucked
one into his mouth and sort of rolled it around in there. It felt okay,
just not as good as him licking on them."God I love balls," he finally said, "and your balls are the hottest
Tracy, so smooth and soft." His voice was weird sounding and I learned
that was what happened sometimes when a person got really hot from
sexiness. Jerry stopped what he was doing which cause me to lift my head
from the pillow. He was looking around then fiddling with the front of
his jeans and I guess he was wanting to play with his cock while he
jacked me off. I dropped my legs back down and sat up so I could see what
he was doing and looked down to see the fattest goddamned cock I'd ever
seen. He'd only opened the zipper and pulled his dick out but I swear the
thing was as thick as a can of coke and it made me shudder remembering
what he's said about fucking me."Not with that thing, no way Jose," I thought to myself. I stayed sitting
up, just in case Jerry got any ideas about putting his dick somewhere
that I didn't want him to. My sitting didn't seen to bother him at all as
he went back to stroking my cock at the same time he jacked himself off.
It didn't take very long for me to cum and when I did I let myself fall
back into the sleeper. It was easier and made my cumming much better when
I didn't have to do anything at all, in this case hold my self up in a
sitting position. I felt myself squirt out a couple of globs of sperm and
then it was over and I just lay there panting, my belly clinching and
relaxing in the aftermath of a teenage sperming. Fuck I loved to cum.Jerry's jacking slowed down to nothing, at least the hand that held me
slowed down. His other hand was going like crazy. I wanted to watch him
so pulled my legs back in and swung around so that I was on my side and
looked over the edge of the sleeper. Jerry had unbuckled and unbuttoned
his jeans so that everything was less constricted. He'd hooked a thumb
under the waistband of his underwear so that his balls were free too and
the big fat eggs were swinging as he pumped his coke can cock. He stopped
and reached down between the seats and pulled out an old brown hand towel
then went back to jacking off. It didn't take very long after that before
Jerry told me he was going to splooge, a new word for me, and he held the
cloth under his fat, purplish looking cock head and about three inches in
front of it."Oooh fuck," he finally groaned and the first shot of cum shot out onto
the dark colored cloth in his hand. He managed about four shots of thick
white cream before he slowed to a dribble but kept stroking himself
although he moved slower, sort of like milking a cow, which is what I did
sometimes too. The difference was that his cock kept leaking out cum
whereas mine didn't do anything.Jerry kept up loving himself for another half minute or so then stopped.
He wadded the towel and handed it to me to clean my sperm from my belly
and my cock head. Terry had put his stuff away and watched as I wiggled
around in the close confines of the sleeper to get my clothes back on
then moved out of the way so that I could get back into the front seat of
the truck. I pulled my sneakers on then sat back in the seat."So now what?" I asked. Terry just looked at me, not saying anything for
a minute."I'd love to just take you home and keep you all to myself," he said, and
the look on his face told me he was serious but that it was only a wish,
not something he'd actually do."Yeah but my mom would miss me," I responded; "besides I bet your wife
wouldn't like it." He nodded his head then said that he'd replace her
with me in a New York second, whatever that meant. Were seconds in New
York different than seconds on the west coast? "Now what?" I repeated,
"what are you gonna do?"He lifted up off his ass and pulled out his wallet and pulled a couple of
bills from it. "You realize that's about two hours work for me," he said
rather than actually asking me. I saw that he'd given me two twenty's."Yeah, but I'm worth it," I said, batting my eye lashes and flashing my
pearly white's at him. I found that when I smiled like that, changed my
voice in a certain little way, most people would fall all over themselves
to accommodate me."That you are Tracy, that you are," he sighed. "You have amazing eyes,"
he said, totally changing the subject. I'd been told that before. My eyes
were sort of big I guess and their color was sort of a brownish hazel
color that had flecks of blue around the edges. They had a sort of shiny
look that made them look wet. I would be told all of my
Lolita Fix life that my eyes
were unusual or awesome or incredible or some such stuff. Heck, to me
they were only eyes."So to answer your question I'm headed down to the south end to pick up a
load then headed toward Portland. You're welcome to ride along for as
long as you want." I nodded my head and said that was far out and sat
back to enjoy the ride. We picked up a trailer and got back on the
interstate. I'd never been this far before in my life since my mom didn't
have a car and we never went anywhere. It was pretty cool. I would
eventually thumb all the way to San Francisco before turning around and
heading home but that day I elected to bail out after we stopped for
lunch."I'd love to spend more time with you Tracy," Jerry told me in a soft
voice as he stood on the running board of his rig. That's something else
I would hear almost all of my life. I nodded my head and he handed me a
business card, telling me that if I called his house, just ask for coach
if his wife or daughter answered and leave my name, he'd get back to me.
I nodded my head again, knowing that I most likely wouldn't do that. I'd
already figured out that I didn't really have a desire to see most of the
guys I was with, even for quick cash. I could always get quick cash. We
said goodbye and I headed across the freeway to the onramp to head back
north.I would spend a fair amount of time on the interstate that summer. I
would make some good money at it and meet some interesting people. It was
there, or actually at a rest stop, that I met the first guy to suck my
cock. He would turn out to be one of the few guys that I would see again,
and for good reason. Nigel would play a very large part in my life both
as a young teen and as an adult. I'd gotten a ride with a couple, the
woman bitching at the guy from the second I got in the car. I guess maybe
the guy thought that if someone else was in the car then the lady, who I
assumed was his wife, would shut up and leave him alone. He was wrong. I
was uncomfortable as all hell and I'm sure the guy was embarrassed. I
asked to be dropped off at the first rest stop they came to, pleading a
weak bladder. As I got out the guy said he'd wait and I told him not to
worry that I'd be okay, the woman made a comment about me being a
ruffian. As I had one
Lolita Fix leg out of the door I leaned forward and thanked
the guy for the ride then said,"Ya know lady, you're a real fucking bitch," then slid out of the car and
I heard the guy laughing as I slammed the door and walked off. Headed
toward the bathroom, I passed along side a big long fancy black car but
didn't pay it much attention to it except to notice that the side windows
were pretty dark. Leaving the bathroom I headed toward the entrance of
the freeway and noticed that the car was parked up ahead of me, away from
the building and the other few cars that were there and there was a man
in a uniform standing alongside the driver's door. I would have go right
past the car and as I got along side a voice called to me and I turned to
see an older man calling me from the back seat."Young man, are you in need of a ride?" he asked. I nodded my head."Yessir," I said respectfully, turning to face the man. I was a quick
learner."James," the man said and the guy standing next to the car immediately
opened the back door for me and stood, almost at attention while I
climbed in, closing the door behind me with a heavy thunk. The fragrance
of leather was the first thing I noticed then the soft comfort of the
seat I was in. There was shiny wood wherever there wasn't gray leather
and a darkened window separated us from the driver, who I had gotten back
in and started moving the car, very quietly too I might add."What kind of car is this mister?" I asked him."Why it's 1967 Rolls Royce my boy," he said in the kind of voice that
sounded like I should know such things. Well I didn't know what a Rolls
Royce was except that it was pretty fucking nice and I wanted one. I
would eventually own the Phantom V limousine."What's your name young man?" he asked and when I told him he said it was
a fine name and that his name was Nigel. He then told me that I was a
very attractive young man and that he'd guessed that girls must be
fawning all over me, not that I knew exactly what that word meant but I
got the idea and nodded my head."I'll bet that a few young men find you quite attractive as well," he
said, patting me gently on the thigh which let me know right up front
where things were headed."Yessir," I said, "they do." He cocked an eyebrow then asked how I might
know such a thing."Well sir because some boys have hinted at wanting to do stuff with me
and I've had men offer me money to do things.""Really," Nigel said, "what kind of things?""To look at my penis, to touch me and things like that." The eyebrow went
up again."Have you let them. do things to you Tracy?" he asked and I told him that
I'd let a man look at me once and another person touch me once. I'd
discovered early on that men preferred that I be innocent, or close to
it, that they be the first to "be with me." Nigel was no different."And did you receive money for it?" I nodded my head and explained that I
was a poor boy and my mother couldn't afford to give me an allowance or
even new clothes sometimes. In telling the story I lowered my head as if
in shame for being poor and Nigel immediately patted my leg, his hand a
little closer to my crotch than my knee, and gave me a little squeeze."There is no shame in being poor Tracy," he told me in a soothing voice,
leaving his hand on my thigh."There is shame when you have to wear used underwear from thrift stores
sir." I said, laying it on. I'd never had such a thing happen to me but
Nigel didn't know that."Well," he said. "Perhaps we could reach an agreement Tracy, something
that would be of mutual benefit. You could help me out and I of course
could help you. What do you think of that?" I learned early on in the
game that if I took my time, like I had to think about what was being
offered, I could usually get the ante up no matter where the stakes
started and never have to say a word to get it to happen."I will give you money of course my boy and I do have a great deal of
money," Nigel said, perhaps a little smugly. "You would never have to
wear used underwear unless, for some unknown and bizarre reason, you
actually wanted to." That was said with a little bit of disgust in the
old man's voice. I say old man because to me he seemed like. Short,
almost white hair was pushed toward the back of his head. His face was
sagging a little around the jaw line and there were little wrinkles at
his eyes and around a somewhat lemony slit of a mouth. He was dressed
quite nicely in black slack, a white dress shirt underneath a sweater
done in greens and browns. Nigel was giving me a sales pitch and of
course, I didn't need one."I really will make it worth your time Tracy, I promise." With that he
pulled on a small leather strap in the middle of the back of the front
seat, exposing a tiny bar with
Lolita Fix bottles of liquid and nice glasses. There
was a small tin there and he opened to reveal a wad of green and what I
saw seemed to be twenty's. He quickly put the lid back on and closed the
tray table. He put his hand high up on my thigh, squeezed it a little bit
and said,"So, do we have an agreement Tracy?" I nodded my head then asked what he
wanted me to do and he suggest that I start by removing my clothes. I was
concerned about that but he reminded me that no one could see in and that
James, the driver, was quite accustomed to Nigel's peccadillos. He added
that James was paid quite enough not to have an opinion on what his
master did.
Lolita Fix I started to go about getting undressed and Nigel
interrupted me."Slowly Tracy, go slowly. Some things are meant to be stretched out, to
be savored." Nigel used some pretty big words, or at least words I didn't
know sometimes but I generally figured it out. I got the shoes off then
relaxed back into the soft leather seat and went about doing a slow strip
show for the old guy. Nigel sat, turned to face me in the seat and
watched, his eyes seeming to take on a new twinkle. I got my jeans all
the way off then rubbed and pulled and pushed at the front of my
underwear, savoring the feel of my hand on my rock hard young cock. I
grasped onto the shaft then pushed my hips up as though sort of fucking
my fist and noticed for the first time, a small wet spot in the white
cotton fabric of my Jockey's. I was making precum. I'd taken my jacket
off so pulled my t-shirt up to my chest then slowly worked my underwear
down, getting my butt out first then my cock. All the while Nigel was
muttering "yes, yes" . When I finally got my underwear off and exposed
myself fully I thought the old guy was gonna drop."Oh how marvelous you are Tracy," he said, "utterly perfect. Please
remove your shirt as well." I did as he asked and relaxed back into the
seat again, my hands at my side. Nigel scooted closer and rubbed his hand
on my chest, tickling a nipple, which I discovered felt pretty damned
good."You are such a perfect specimen my boy," he muttered as his hand slid
down onto my flat belly then further onto my pubic bone. His fingers
played in my pubic hairs then he put his hand down on my inner thigh and
moved up slowly while gently squeezing me. I slouched a little further in
the seat and put my feet together in an effort to get my legs as wide
open as possible. He finally tugged at my balls then leaned down and put
his mouth over my upright cock. My whole body went stiff then totally
relaxed and I broke out in goose bumps. Holy jumping mother of Christ
that felt good. My hand went reflexively to Nigel's back as the man rose
and fell, all the while his tongue swirled all around my swollen
sensitive cock head. I came without fanfare or notice. One minute I was
"ooh-ing" and "aahh-ing" and in the next I was pushing my hips up to get
as much of my cock into his mouth as was humanly possible. Nigel must
have known what was going on because he pulled my balls down which gave
me a little more cock. It also pulled the skin tight on my cock head,
something I'd learned a month or so before, making the entire thing even
more sensitive. I had even discovered that if I was really into hotness
with serious sexiness I could hold my hands onto my pelvic bone at the
base of my cock, and it would tighten everything and make my cock sort of
vibrate. Maybe I added the vibration but either way I could make myself
cum from the feelings without even really touching my cock.Nigel kept working on me until my dick head was so sensitive that I had
to gently push his head while pulling my ass further into the seat. He
sat up and pulled a handkerchief from under his sweater and wiped gently
at his lips."You taste absolutely wonderful my boy," he said with a smile as he
rubbed his hand up and down my inner thigh. I thanked him and told him
that it was groovy that I'd never ever had that happened before and it
was all I had ever dreamed that it would be. I wasn't lying either but
regardless, Nigel seemed quite please with that information. I reached
for my underwear but the man stopped me."I wonder if you might consider staying undressed for a while longer
Tracy. I rather love looking at naked boys. And besides, perhaps we'll
have another go at it." Lolita Fix
I had no problem with that. I loved being naked
and was finding that it was quite stimulation having men look at and
admire my naked body. It was plenty warm enough in the car and I felt
pretty secure. Besides it was sexy riding around in public sorta with no
clothes on. My cock didn't seem to be losing any of it's hardness either.
As I sat there gently playing with my balls and Nigel sat watching me and
rubbing my leg I decided that I would look for nice big cars as much as
possible for these were the men with the money. They seemed willing to
spend it on a boy who would let them do things with him and I was a boy
who was more than willing to let them do things and take their money.
Truth be told I might have even done it for nothing I enjoyed it so much.Since I kept my boner Nigel asked if he could suck me again and of
course, how could I refuse. He had me straddle Lolita Fix
his lap while he slouched
down in the seat enough to be able to get his mouth around my cock. I put
my hands on the top of that back seat to brace myself while Nigel put his
face in close and kissed on my belly, and in my pubic hairs. Sometimes he
held onto my butt with hands, gently squeezing and kneading Lolita Fix
the cheeks
and sometimes he kept one hand on my butt while the other one felt on my
balls. He licked my cock like a lollipop and I actually direct him a
little bit."Lick my balls too Nigel, please lick my balls." I must say that I added
a little acting into that. I mean, I really did like having my balls
licked on but I made it sound like more than it was. From that I learned
that some men like talking or being talked to when having sex; they liked
to think that they were making me hot for it. It also seemed to give the
old guy a little more energy, sort of like when a rider hits his horse
with a crop when racing. I moved my hips, slowly fucking Nigel's warm
mouth and he encouraged me by pushing and pulling on my butt and tugging
on my smooth hairless nuts. He also sort of got a finger up between my
butt cheeks and ran it back and forth. He even put his finger on my
puckered butt hole and tickled me there. I was a little surprised at that
but it felt good so I didn't care.Needless to say it didn't take me long to cream but I don't think there
was very much. I'd broken my record by squirting my sperm three times in
one day, in this case in three hours or so. After I was done Nigel took
me out of his mouth but continued to hold me, pressing my cock into his
cheek, his cheek into my belly or kissing me there. He finally let go and
I swiveled back away from him and sat, but I sat right next to him, my
hand resting in his thigh. He wiped his mouth with the handkerchief again
then said,"You are the most delectable, exciting, and adorably cute boy I have ever
had the pleasure of entertaining." I thanked him and told him that it
had been quite exciting for me too. And I meant it. We sat there for a
good minute or two, hands on each other's thighs and not talking. Nigel
must have realized that we'd traveled a great distance for he said,"Oh my goodness, we're almost home." He pushed a button and said, "James,
do we have anything planned today." The metallic voice responded that
Nigel had an appointment at two and so Nigel said to head home."Would you like to see my home Tracy?" He didn't wait for an answer but
went on. "I think I would like you to visit me there sometime so perhaps
it would be best if knew where I lived." I nodded my head and said that I
would love to see his home and visit him sometimes. The old man seemed
very excited about that. He indicated that I could get dressed adding,
"Of course I could stand to look at your perfect body all day long my
boy." I told him I wouldn't mind if he did and he laughed out loud at how
his decision to speak to me at all seemed to have turned out quite well."I have been in the company of many young boys Tracy and besides being
the cutest you are also the most well mannered. Your parents have done a
very good job in your rearing." I thanked him saying that I didn't have a
father and he clucked in sympathy.We talked about my life a little as the car slid silently through city
traffic, Nigel's hand resting easily on my thigh the entire time. We
ended up on one of the many hills of the city in a neighborhood with huge
old houses with walls and gates around them and James turned the car into
one of them the big car sliding past a gate that was still opening. There
were hedges and trees so I couldn't see the house very well until we got
in front of it and I almost shit. The fucking thing was huge with
chimneys and little roofs with windows all over the place. It looked like
it could have been a old hotel
Lolita Fix or something. Nigel pulled open the tray
again and pulled out the engraved metal box and took the lid off of it
then handed it too me."Take what you think your time with me was worth Tracy." I suspected that
the whole thing might be a test so pulled the wad out, managed to pull
out four twenty's and put the rest back and handed the tin back to Nigel.
He looked at me then said,"I'm very pleased that you aren't greedy my boy but don't sell yourself
short either." He pulled another twenty out and handed it too me, thus
setting a guideline for how much he felt my time was worth. He then
shocked me by pulling out his bill fold and handed me a fifty."That's what your time is worth to me Tracy. Can you find your way back
here" he asked but didn't wait for an answer, instead he pulled out a
business card with his address and phone number on it. "If you want to,
call me and I'll send James to fetch you." At that moment James opened
the door and waited patiently for his master who seemed to be thinking
about something then leaned over to me and said quietly,"How do you feel about being with another boy Tracy?" Call me crazy but I
trusted Nigel. I thought a moment then nodded my head and with that nod I
would be introduced into the world of having an active sexual partner
with multiple watchers and money; big money. Nigel then leaned over and
planted a dry kiss on my cheek and slid out of the car. "James will take
you wherever you wish to go," and with that the old man walked up the
steps to a huge covered porch where an equally huge door was opened by
another man in a black suit who stood at attention as Nigel passed
through the doorway. James got back into the car and as he passed back
through the open gate a metallic voice asked,"Where to sir?"
