Hitch Hiking Adventures

My name is Sean. When I attended high school and college in a large mid-western city, my family lived on a farm 20 miles outside of the city. Most of the time, I would hitchhike home after classes. Only men stopped to pick me up. A woman never did. The drivers could see that I was a farm schoolboy with books and probably no threat. I developed a scientific routine. When a car stopped, I asked the driver how far he was going. He would answer to so and so point. That gave me a chance to get a good look at him. If I didn’t like what I saw, or there was more than one person in the car, I would reply that I was going farther and didn’t want to miss a later ride that would take me to my destination. They usually understood and drove off. If I liked what was inside, I would accept. But sometimes I rejected great-looking guys if they were only going a very short distance. I would calculate how much time I needed to accomplish my ends, and if it were insufficient, I sent them on their way.

Once inside their car, on the passenger side, I would begin my spiel. I quickly brought the subject to sex. If I saw they were uncomfortable, I stopped that conversation. If they opened up, I would press them further. I’d ask if a woman ever gave them a blow job. Many would answer yes. I then would ask, "How about a man?" Some would admit they had, and some would say they hadn’t. If their reaction was hostile, I changed to other topics. If they already had a man do it, I would ask, "Want one now?" The answer was usually yes. For those who answered they never had a man do it, I would ask if they would they do it if they had the chance. Again, a negative reaction ended the questions. If they replied yes, they would consider it, I would close in for the kill. One time a young guy in a delivery truck stopped for me. Unfortunately, when I brought up the sex topic, he stopped his truck told me get out.

It was easy to find deserted back roads where I could perform. Often, I made two or three conquests on the way home. Not one ever became belligerent afterwards. I choose people well. I estimate my success rate was six out of ten. I began to mark a calendar each day with a number representing my contacts. After a month or so, I was staggered by how many had accumulated and I stopped keeping count.

One night I stayed in the city until about 10 p.m. I took the bus to my stop, 2 ½ miles from our farm. I rarely got a hide on the deserted road to my house. But that night I got lucky. I guy in a convertible with his radio blaring stopped to pick me up. I could see that he was really cute, and in his mid-twenties. I wasted no time in popping the blow job question, and he accepted. We stopped in some one’s driveway, but he didn’t turn down his radio. Naturally the lights came on in the house.

I said, “Let’s get out of here. We can park in the driveway to my house.” I decided to risk his knowing where I lived. When we got there, I did my duty. Several weeks later during the day, he drove right up to our house, with another guy. I was outside with my father. The guy told me that he was moving, and needed another hand. It turned out that he lived no more than a mile from me. I agreed, and climbed into his car. In between trips from his house to his car, he took me to the woodshed and I sucked him off. He said, “Wait here, I’ll send in my buddy.”

I replied, “Ok,” anxious to get another dick down my throat. I didn’t see any women around, so I decided that he and his buddy were both gay. They delivered me home, but unfortunately I never saw him again. I didn’t ask where he was moving to.

My parents later divorced, and my mother moved to Michigan. I would visit her once in a while, by hitch hiking some four hundred miles there and back. I often made out. One night a truck driver stopped for me. I feel asleep in his truck. He woke me up later and said I could do my thing. I did, then he asked me get out. We were at the state line, and I thought he probably didn’t want to transport me from one state to another.

Sometimes a guy who picked me up was looking to suck me off. Naturally I let them do so.