Ride Home in the Rain

It was a normal Sunday afternoon. After running a few errands, I was on my way home. The old highway was deserted except for a few cars passing by every now and then. I had just set my wipers to the mist position when the rain started to pick up to a light shower. Nothing soaking, just enough of a shower on a humid day to make the air feel even more sticky. That's when I saw him.

He was not your average hitchhiker. Only 18 or so, he was pretty clean cut. He did not look like those scraggly types - the ones who would either stink up your car, cut your throat, or both. This kid looked like someone who didn't ordinarily hitchhike. Looking nervous, he held his thumb out.

I quickly pulled over to the side of the road. As he approached, I noticed his wet white T-shirt was clinging to a fairly well developed body. He was wearing a long pair of nylon basketball type shorts. The kid was tall, at least six feet two or so, and pretty lean. He wore a backwards baseball cap, but under it I could see two bright blue eyes and a cute, boyish face. I rolled my window down.

"Mister. Could you give me a ride? My girlfriend kicked me out. Please. I can pay. I...."

"Get in," I interrupted. "It's raining. I'll give you a lift."

He darted around to the other side of the car. Cute, I thought to myself. If I'm going to get beaten, robbed, and left for dead, at least he's a cute one... The boy let himself into the car and quickly shut the door.

"Thanks so much Mister. I hate having to walk home in the rain."

"No problem," I replied. "Where do you want to go?"

"Ashford. Are you going that way?"

"Ashford. Jesus, that's like almost twenty miles from here." His face fell.

"That's okay Mister. Hey, if you could take me, I have some money. I'd be happy to pay you."

"I'll take you. Let's hear your story. What happened?"

"It's a long story. We were going out for six months. I took her to prom and everything. Last night she came by my parent's house and asked me if I wanted to go for a drive. We got out in the middle of the country and stopped at a park over by Clairborne."

"Clairborne? You mean like ten miles from here?" I asked.

"Yeah. We parked for a while and started making out. I guess I went a little too far and she got mad. We had a fight and when I went to take a piss, she just drove off and left me. I've been walking every since." My heart really felt for the boy.

"What's your name, kid? Mine's Mark. You don't have to call me Mister anymore."

"Jess. Jess Jenkins."

"Goddamn. I've heard of you. You played basketball for Ashford High, didn't you?" He beamed.

"Why yes sir I did. All through high school."

"So what happened that you went a little too far? What was that all about?" I asked.

"Well, she's Catholic," he replied. "She doesn't believe in anything more than petting. I was kissing her and when I got to her neck, she loosed up a little. I got my hand up her skirt and she started moaning. She was feeling me up and then when I got my fingers in her she slapped me really hard in the face. It hurt. I called her a cock-teasing cunt. I guess I shouldn't have."

"So that's all she's ever done for you? Just felt you up and that's it?

"Yes Mister. I mean Mark. That's all. I didn't mind. She's been real good to me. I love to kiss her and she does have nice boobs."

I looked down. The nylon shorts Jess was wearing were sprouting a pointed bulge to one side.

"I can see she still has that effect on you."

"I'm sorry. I'm so embarrassed." He tried to cover his growing lump.

"Don't be sorry. It's natural," I responded. "I used to get boners at the drop of a hat."

"No other guy has seen my boner before. That's not right to do."

"Jeez, Jess. You sound like your girlfriend. It's not like it makes you a fag. You don't want me do you?"

"No. I'm straight. I'm not into guys."

"Okay, then. I'm going to prove a point. Do you trust me?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so." He looked away as he spoke. I think he was ashamed of the large boner he had sprouted in those nylon basketball shorts.

"Close your eyes now." Keeping one eye on the road, I reached over and groped his crotch. His erection was stiff and unyielding between my fingers. He gasped.

"Please don't do that. I'm not that way." He looked even more embarrassed.

"Did it feel good?" I asked?

"No. Well, I mean. You're a guy..." his voice trailed off as I rubbed his dick again. This time his hips came up off the seat.

"Don't do that. I'm not a fag. Please stop it!" he insisted.

"I won't do it again, but I want you to answer me honestly. Did it feel good?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, question number two. Did you want to have sex with another guy when I was feeling your cock?"

"No. Definitely not. I just wanted to..." he didn't answer me.

"You just wanted to get off without thinking about a guy doing it. Right?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'm glad you understand. Most straight guys can't make that connection. That's why the world is so fucked up."

"So are you gay?" he asked.

"I don't like labels. I've slept with men and women over the years. I prefer men. If that makes me a bad person, so be it. I'm who I am and I'm comfortable with that. A person has to do what feels right."

"Can I tell you something?" Jess asked.

"Go for it."

"I'm so horny right now, I can't stand it. If there was a gas station around or something, I'd go in there and take care of it. I haven't cum for two days and it hurts." He pulled his hands away and his dick looked even larger now through the shorts.

"I can help you with that, you know. I can do what you were wanting to have your girlfriend do with it."

"I can't man. Not with a guy."

"Didn't you just learn something about yourself?" I asked impatiently. "Your satisfaction is in the head of your dick and not what other people tell you. If you ever get past that, let me know."

"I'm sorry man. I guess you're right. What you did earlier did feel good. I really don't want to do anything back though. I just want to pop my nut." He said.

"Will you trust me with helping you do that? You won't freak out and start beating on me? If you want, I'll get you off. You'll be glad she kicked you out."

"Well, I doubt that. My feet hurt too much from walking for that. What do you want to do?" Jess asked.

"I want to suck you off." He looked startled.

"I couldn't do it back."

"I don't care. I'm doing it to you. As many times as you want to cum."

I pulled the car over to an area off the road marked "Public Hunting." At this time of the year there was not much hunting activity, but it was a great place to park. I asked him to switch seats with me and he did. As he got out of the car, I admired the huge lump in his shorts and his long, slightly hairy calves.

Jess sat down in the driver's seat. I had him recline the seat until he was almost horizontal. I leaned over and rubbed the big bulge in his silky shorts.

"MMMMM" I purred. "Just close your eyes and think about what turns you on."

I pulled his shorts down to his shoes. Jess was still wearing a cute pair of Garfield boxers. As I peeled them down, I felt like I was unwrapping a Christmas present. His long fat cock slapped his belly as I set it free. His nuts were huge and hung down in their hairy sack.

I bent over and opened my mouth. I grasped his throbbing cock and gave it a couple of strokes. He moaned and jerked as the sensations permeated his dick. His cock was a work of art. It looked to be about eight inches long, neatly circumcised, and with just the right texture of veins. I slipped it into my mouth.

Jess grunted as his cock entered my warm wet mouth. My tongue greeted the new flesh. Saliva flowed freely and I bathed him. From the moans I was receiving, I could tell he approved of my efforts. I held my mouth steady for a few seconds.

Ever so slowly I pulled up off his thick organ and plunged my mouth down, taking him all the way into my mouth and throat. He gasped as I did it again and again. His hips came up to meet me and I could feel the urgency in his loins. Repeatedly I assaulted the organ with my throat, lips, and tongue. Jess' breathing came in short gasps and I could sense his need to cum. Normally I would back off and make him wait but he needed it so badly I wasn't going to make him wait.

I added some wrist action to the blowjob and used my tongue on the sensitive underside of his cockhead.

"MMMM. Uhhhh. Uhhhh. Yeah. Make me cum. Please do it. Yeah... Here it cums, suck me suck me.... Here it is!"

Jess tried to pull away and I held him firmly in my mouth. Realizing it was okay to ejaculate in my mouth, he relaxed and the first shot hit the back of my throat. The second, third, and fourth came quickly thereafter. It was so warm and smooth and sweet. I love the taste his young semen. I tried to clean his cock with my tongue, but his big dick was too sensitive and he stopped me. He lay back, relaxing until his breathing was under control.

After a few minutes, he dozed off with a blissful look on his face. I got a blanket out of the trunk and covered us up in the car. It was almost dusk by now and I was kind of tired as well. After a couple of hours, Jess woke up with a start and asked where we were. I told him it was okay, he was safe and I would take him the rest of the way home.

He put my hand under the blanket and his cock was hard again. I sucked him off for a second time and drove him the rest of the way home. He thanked me several times. I've seen Jess' name in the newspaper several times for his accomplishments playing basketball. I'm sure he has a girlfriend by now, but he will never forget the time I gave him a ride home in the rain.

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written by bladeriowa