Blond Hitch Hiker

My leave was over, and I was headed back to the ship. Highway 40 across Tennessee was long and lonely. I stopped in Jackson for a break and was headed back onto the highway when I saw a hitch hiker on the on ramp. He was tall and had on track shorts and a tank top. He had a backpack and shoes on. I never pick up hitchhikers. I saw he was in very good shape and was about my age.

When I approached him, he smiled and that melted my heart. I pulled over and he ran up to my truck. I saw his ample package bounce and sway in his tiny track shorts. He opened the passenger door and I asked him where he was headed. He told me and I told him I could get him to that exit.

He put his pack in the back and got in. We shook hands and he got comfortable as I started onto the highway. He had short blond curly hair. It was a dirty blond, but the hair on his body was nearly white and there was a lot. He was well tanned, and he said he ran cross country.

His legs were long and tanned with copious long whitish hair covering them. His tank top was cropped, and he had a long treasure trail ascending from the top of his shorts into his shirt. His abs that were exposed were well defined. He had an outgoing personality and turned toward me in the bench seat. His left leg pulled up and under his right. He had kicked off his shoes and he kept playing with his bare foot as we talked.

I glanced over at him as I drove down the deserted highway. His muscular legs were spread facing me with his strong hands casually caressing his foot and leg. I noticed a very hairy pink ball falling out of his shorts. His ball was large and hung down to the seat. The loose scrotum was pink under all the blond hair covering it. His scrotum was so pale I could see blue veins through the skin.

My heart started pounding fast due to the excitement I was experiencing. The conversation was non-sexual. We talked about school and the Navy. He told me about his workouts and how his diet was strict to keep lean. No alcohol passed his lips. I could feel my dick hardening in my jeans none the less. I am and have always been a free baller and luckily my dick straightened down right pants leg. My Wranglers were tight enough to keep my dick pressed against my leg.

He changed his position and brought his left leg up to his chest. He was hugging his leg and stretching. His muscular arms caressing his calf was a sight to see. His pit hair was exposed and was dense and dark with white tips. I guess his exposed hair was bleached by the sun while its natural color was a darker blond.

I was afraid to look over at what his change of position did to his ample package. My voice was breaking from my excitement. I finally noticed him looking out the window and looked down to his dick. Yes, his dick was hanging out of his shorts. He had a very nice dick. It was pink and mapped with blue veins. The head was three fourths covered by a thin foreskin. He also had a stream of moisture dripping from the slit on the end. He was not hard but still fluffed up. I looked up to the window and made eye contact with his reflection.

He caught me staring at his exposed dick. He didn’t say anything in our talk about a girlfriend, but he obviously didn’t have much leisure time. Between classwork and training his time was taken up. He turned and looked at me and I shifted my eyes to the road. I was driving and could see his hand moving along his leg up and down to his crotch. I asked him if he was thirsty, and he said yes. I had a cooler of drinks in the back, and he said he could slide open the window and get us some.

Wow! Running sure made his ass fine. He had to open the window and put his body through to reach the drinks. He was nearly upside down to get the drinks. His firm globes were accented by his angle and the shorts he had on. His leg was brushing against my shoulder and arm as he was manipulating the chest. He swung back into the cab and handed me an open can. His new position was his left leg was stretched out and his foot was against my hip. We drank our drinks and he asked if it was ok if he snoozed. I told him it was fine.

He got comfortable and his right leg was stretched under my legs and his left leg was still bent. I looked over and he had his eyes closed and his plump uncut dick was again poking out of his shorts. This time both balls were out and on the seat. As I drove along, I heard his breathing change and he appeared asleep.

After about 20 minutes, I noticed his dick pointing up and erect. His dick, like his body was long and well proportioned. His balls were tight against his shaft and his breathing changed. The syrup was flowing out of his slit and cascaded down to puddle on the seat. I reached over and caught some of his dick syrup on my finger and quickly slipped the slimy finger into my mouth. His pre-cum was sweet and salty. My dick was straining against my jeans, and I had to shift my pole up against my hip.

My dick was pointing toward him and stretching the jean material tightly. He suddenly moved position and stretched his left leg straight onto my lap. This placed his hard hairy calf directly on top of my raging dick. His leg moved back and forth against my pole as the truck bumped along the highway. I was suffering but there was not enough friction to attain release but plenty to keep me hard.

I glanced over and saw his eyes open, and he was looking at me. I asked him if he had a good nap. He said he did. I saw his dick was still hard and pointing up. He slowly pulled his leg back and his foot brushed across my shaft, and he set his heel on the seat and curled his toes over my crown. I don’t know if he could see my bulge, but I am sure his toes could feel the head. He started curling his toes and lifting his foot against my dick. He was giving me a foot job without overtly doing anything. He didn’t touch his dick and didn’t make any comment about what his foot was doing.

I needed release. I reached my hand down and placed it on the top of his foot. I was softly caressing his foot and pushing it against my dick.

He told me he had to take a piss. I told him there wasn’t a rest area for thirty minutes. He said we were alone, and I pulled over. He got out and was pissing into the ditch. I came around the truck and saw him pissing. I needed to piss too and pulled my hard dick out and was pissing alongside of him. He looked over at my hard dick pissing and said nice.

I said you too. I finished pissing and found it futile to place my dick into my jeans. He laughed and said that is why I wear track shorts. I shook my head and said I was going to have to take care of this to get him back into my jeans. He said don’t bother and reached over and grabbed my dick with his strong hand.

Uncut guys know how to work an uncut dick. Most cut guys have no idea how to handle an uncut dick. My dick was extra charged from all the tension and arousal it had experienced over the past few hours. He told me to get into the truck in the passenger side and drop my jeans. I complied and he bent into the cab and engulfed my dick in his mouth.

He was savoring the dick with the skin pushed over the crown. His tongue was probing in the opening and flicking my piss slit as his mouth was pulsing on my shaft.

I warned him I was about to cum, and he said no don’t. I asked him why and he said he had to feel me inside him. I reached into the glove box and pulled out a box of condoms. He opened one and slid it over my engorged dick. He dropped his shorts and started to climb on top of me. That is when I said no. He looked at me and I said let’s swap. He stripped off his clothes and laid down on the bench. I grabbed his legs and pushed them up onto his chiseled hairy chest. His ass crack was covered by long dark blond hair. I pushed the hair aside and poked my tongue into his opening. He smelled ripe but not bad. I lapped his hole as I bent into the cab. He said he needed me now and I climbed into the cab and slid into him. No lube. No preparation. Just spit and force. He called out yes as I pushed in and felt him open his hole as he took my shaft. There was no adjustment. He wanted it now and he wanted it hard. I got the message and went to town. I started pounding into his hot hairy hole. His encouragement kept me going. I pounded him hard and saw his dick swinging between us. I reached my hand between us and started jacking his dick between us.

He shot his load all over us and it was all I could take. I filled my condom as I pumped into him. I dropped onto his body as my still throbbing dick started softening. He grabbed my head and pulled me to his lips. His kiss was like velvet soft and smooth. His chin and face rubbed against mine. The softness of his lips contrasted with the roughness of his stubble. I tasted his lips and mouth as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Our mouths and tongues combined in a dance probing and tasting each other. I felt my dick harden while I was still in him. I felt cum running down my balls and knew we needed another rubber. I pulled out and wiped my dick with a napkin and slid on another rubber.

This time I went slower and gentler. I felt his dick harden between us and he urged me to go harder. Again, I started pounding into him. This time there was no holding back. I plowed his ass like there was no tomorrow. Here we were on the side of the interstate fucking as cars went by in the dark. He started jacking his dick and shot his second load. His hole contracting against my dick took me over the top. I shot into him and slid out. I had to piss and got out of the truck and pissed into the ditch. I pulled my jeans up when I finished and saw him pissing nude next to me. I got some paper towels out from behind the seat and wetted them with some bottled water. We wiped him off and he put his shorts and tank back on. Just then a car pulled up behind us.

It was a police car. We told him we stopped to piss, and he smiled knowingly at us, as he investigated the truck. He saw we were sober and had left us with a wink. I wondered what that look was about. When we got back into the truck we knew. The cab smelled strongly of man-sex.