Hitch-hiked

I found love in the darkest places. Literally it was dark and cold and I needed a ride.

After walking for so long in the afternoon sun, in the middle of no where and almost no car, I finally got a saviour, but he was not what I expected.

It was about eight at night when a huge truck finally appeared. I was past the point of stranger-paranoia, I needed to get out of here and showing my thumbs, I prayed hard that he wouldn't pass me by like the three other cars that had totally ignored me. Maybe they thought this was a (horror movie). Heck, I thought so too at one point, but now, I was done with all that.

He stopped the truck by me and he opened it up. Boy was he huge! The man and not the truck (yes, I said it)

About (6'3) tall and bald. He was packing some muscle and he was wearing those flannel armless shirts and tight-fitting jeans. He had a bushy mustache and a smooth face, if you don't count the mustache. I couldn't quite get the colour of his eyes since it was night time and I was a bit thirsty at the moment. My water was done. He looked at me with that straight serious look, a scarred eyebrow and in that different American accent. Was it Southern? I couldn't tell, so he told me something that translates like, " what ya doin' out here at this hour?"

I was too tired to explain, so I gave him a short version of how my car died about six hours ago and that I wasn't so lucky with finding a lift till him. I had to or else I'd be left behind, because the look he was giving me said so.

"Where ya going?" He asked again in that tone and I told him I was going to some city and he explained that he was heading the same way but it was a one-day ride.

He finally budged, then he told me to enter and I took a sigh of relief. I entered and the warmth immediately hit me with love. I leaned back and rested my head on the car seat with closed eyes, inviting calm and peace. I could feel him looking at me when he also entered but he said nothing, he just started the engine and drove off.

I must've fallen asleep because, Jerry,that's his name, woke me up later. I found out that he had used his leather jacket to cover me up.

He told me that he was also too tired to drive and, according to the GPS, the next motel was a very good six hours away. He couldn't make it, so we were going to have to sleep inside the truck till morning or rather, till he was well rested. Well, you couldn't argue with a free ride and accommodation, right?

It was fine with me, so we went to the back, only to find a four by six mattress, a paper thin bed sheet( come on, it was so windy right now and I was so cold). He said we would rest there for the night. I was too tired to complain so I just followed suit.

His huge frame took most of the space, so I had to really squeeze myself there.My average weight had to endure it all.

I couldn't quite sleep well since the truck was almost empty and the metal walls were poor insulators of heat, so I started to shiver. I was hungry, thirsty and sleepy, then add cold. (Why me?)

Yes, I was looking that gift horse in the mouth, wasn't it? Anyway...

It all stopped when I felt an arm close around my waist, and being enveloped by a warm solid body. It was Jerry, he was so close I felt his mustache brush against my ear as he said

"You're shivering. Let me help."

Well, he was not all serious and stiff as a board.

Albeit he was sleepy too, this was sexy as hell and I really blushed,he had that spicy cologne I'd hear people talk about and the scent of burning rubber. Good thing he didn't see me in the dark, but I was praying so hard his hand didn't touch my rising member.

Immediately I was gaining warmth and I started drifting off to sleep. The presence of Jerry's body did make me feel safe and I finally gained the amount of sleep I needed. We both needed it.

I didn't know how I woke up facing Jerry, he looked so peaceful and cute while he was sleeping.

( why was I thinking such thoughts about this stranger?)

His breathing was slow and I could see his nostrils flaying up with every breath he took in and out. That's when he decided to bring me closer with his arm still around my waist ( I really don't know how it remained there despite my awkward position) and I felt his morning wood on my belly and that did the trick.

He immediately woke up and pushed himself away from me, quickly standing up, facing the opposite direction, and I felt rather stupid and what's the right word here! Yep, rejected! I really don't know why I felt that way but I just did.

"I'm sorry" he grumbled with his head hung low, the morning sun shone bright on his face through the slits of the metal walls and I could swear I saw him blushing and a bit embarrassed, but I was still feeling hurt, so I brushed it off.

It was morning already, so we got out. I went to pee in the nearby bushes and on returning, he had taken out some packed snacks. He must've packed them for himself and more water.

I thanked him and gulped down the water like it was nothing. I was so hungry that I literally ate my share in a matter of seconds. If Jerry noticed, he didn't say anything.

After that quick breakfast, we proceeded with our journey to the next stop.

It was around one in the afternoon that we reached the motel. It was a small place with about seven rooms, self-contained and they had hot water. We needed two rooms but there was only one room remaining.

( I bet you expected that, right?!)

We accepted to share the room so I suggested that we split the pay, but Jerry was quick to pay for the both of us.

I was growing more and more attracted to this man, he was so chivalrous, but I couldn't go any further than just live out my fantasies in my own head.

The room was cozy, with one double-sized bed, a portable closet, a bathroom/toilet area, it was still intact for a motel in the middle of nowhere. The guy at the reception told us that we could order room service but eating from the lobby/ dining area was far more tiring, so we decided to just have room service for lunch and we would go to the lobby for dinner, since we decided to hit the road in the late evening.

We both fell onto the bed facing up, it was a long journey ( who knew sitting for hours was that hectic) and the one driving must be all sore. I wished I could massage his body, maybe even his dick ...

And there goes my head with its wild fantasies again.

"... are you okay?" A voice snapped me out of it, it was Jerry and his face so close. Apparently, I had wondered off like usual, ' a bad trait for a sharp mind' my mother used to say, but what could I do about it right?.

Looking at the face before me, it had light brown eyes, soft with worry and something fiery behind them. My head moved on it's own when my lips met his. It was like two magnets were attracted to eachother. He looked surprised but he held onto the kiss. My hand caressed his cheek while at it. We were stuck like that for what felt like hours and I was going to pull away when he deepened the kiss, leaned in closer and our bodies touched with him on top of me and closed his eyes. Sparks did fly this time around. His breath was still smelling like beef jerky! It was the best kiss I'd had since Brian, my ex, a year ago. Yes, I had gone celibate just to punish myself for being an idiot and thinking good looks in men was all it took to find the right guy.

Jerry again pulled one on me when he jumped back like last time. I was hurt again but didn't want to show. He looked down again.

" I'm sorry" he grumbled, and he walked out, closed the door (gently) and left me missing that warmth again.

I sat there for a while, then I decided I was going to make it official. I was crazy in love with this man and his insecurities were getting in my way. A year without getting laid was making me lose it and Jerry's beeping tendencies were not making it any easier.

I checked my phone for messages, put it on a charger and I got up, went to the bathroom, took a shower. Good thing I walked with my toiletry bag in my backpack, I cleaned up well, the hot water did an amazing job on my sore body. I dried myself and put on my bathrobe. Yes, I had that in my bag.

( always be prepared)

Having temporarily forgotten about our encounter, I stepped out of the bathroom to find that Jerry had come back with our lunch.

"I'm sorry for earlier..." He started grumbling again, head down and shy, but I held my hand up, stopped him and told him it was okay.

He looked at me for the first time after our kiss and I held his gaze, then he nodded.

He told me he was also going to shower first and that I could eat if I wanted without him. I told him that I'd wait and he proceeded to the bathroom. He left the bathroom door slightly open, and after a while, I heard the water turned on.

It was time to implement my plan.

Operation ' get laid'-

(Yes, we were calling it that)

- was ago, so I knew he was naked, so I opened the door, closed it loudly behind me, he jumped at the sight of me there with him wet and naked. He used his hands to cover his junk, but that wasn't going to stop me. I was taking this bull by the horns and if he liked me, he would reciprocate. If not, he would chase me away and I'd die of embarrassment.

He stood there, his muscular, slightly hairy chest glistening in the water, his arms full of veins and bulging. I undid my robe and let it fall to the floor and I proceeded to join him.

Surprisingly, he was quiet and still. His eyes followed my every move but still didn't say anything.

When I entered his vicinity, I proceeded to touch his face and he immediately caught my hand.

"We can't... do ...this" he was talking with laboured breath, through his teeth and I didn't realise why until I saw that he was hard. ( Operation laid back was a go- still calling it that.

I closed in on him again till our bodies touched. He was talker than me so I tilted my head up to look at him and he had closed his eyes.

Using my free hand, I touched his hard wood and he shivered, losing his grip on my hand. I tip-toed and landed a wet kiss on his lips. This time around, he immediately responded and boy was he hungry. He held my head with his hands,letting go of my hand and smothered me with the deepest kisses I've ever seen or felt.

My hand was now rubbing his shaft using the water as lube. Our tongues fought each other and it was the longest kiss I'd ever got. Even with Brian, it was never this hot.

Our kisses being wet and slurpy made me harder that the throbbing started to hurt.

In the blink of an eye, I was pinned against the wall with my ass up in the air. Jerry was behind me, kissing my neck from behind and his two soapy fingers caressing my hole in and out. It was my turn to be surprised and I began to moan with pleasure. It had been a while and I missed this. To hell with celibacy, this was life.

I really don't know how huge his wood was but I noticed it was carved and long. I didn't have to wait to see since I felt him entering me with gentleness.

Is it me taking too long without sex or was Jerry's wood big? I managed to swallow him whole, but not without some pain. When he had put it in me, the whole of it,(emphasizing the WHOLE) his groin touching my ass, he put one arm around my waist, kissed and nibbled on my ear and whispered the sweetest words a guy could ever hear( no I won't tell you the words, they're my precious words....lol)

He pulled back and slammed right back in with force, making a slapping sound and a huge moan came out of me.

He began pounding me hard, I could feel his wood brushing against my walls, his wood was tightly hugged by my walls that it was a perfect fit. I tried something I used to do with Brian, where when he was fucking me, I could try to tighten my anal muscles while he was inside making it feel like I was still much tighter. He would moan like crazy, so when I tried it with Jerry, he put both hands on the sides of my hips and clenched his teeth, he pounded me more, like a new fire was lit within him.

His breathing was now fast and he literally growled when I felt him cum inside me. He deposited every drop with powerful thrusts till he dropped onto me with his head on my shoulder.

He was panting and I reached down to stroke myself, since I didn't have time when all I was doing was moan and using my arms to support myself on the wall against his powerful thrusts.

I had begun stroking when he stopped me, turned me around, kissed me fiercely on the lips, then he moved onto my neck and whispered in my ear that he had to return the favour.

He kissed my nipples, I was moaning again and my throbbing dick was still hurting, then he moved down to my stomach, then my groin area. The guy was really romantic. Brian never gave me such attention. After sex, he would sleep off and I had to jerk myself off in the bathroom.

He reached my hard wood, he showered it with kisses and then swallowed it whole.

A dizzy spell of pleasure hit me, his warm mouth was all that did the trick. I could feel close to releasing. He used his fingers of his free hand to reach for my hole ,I raised one leg and put it on his shoulder giving him access to my cum-filled hole. He fingered me while sucking me. I was moaning loudly. I didn't care if our neighbors heard anything.

I told him I was going to shoot, so he stopped fingering me, I removed my leg from his shoulder, grabbed onto his head and released it straight into his mouth.

He took every drop of my cum and even licked it clean. My legs buckled weakly but he stood up and held me in place. He rested his head on mine with closed eyes. He stood there for quite sometime till he turned on the water. Good thing it was still warm. We bathed together, he even volunteered to clean my ass by sucking out his cum. We cleaned up and went to eat our lunch. It was so delicious or was it that the sex was what had made it even more delicious? After our meal, we decided to sleep it off. Guess what, sex does tire you out, so we drifted off to sleep, me with my head on his shoulder.

I was once again woken up by a lovely face before me. Everything was still a bit of a blur. Did I have a dream of me and Jerry having sex? That's when I felt soft lips on mine and I knew it wasn't a dream.

" Better get your sweet ass dressed, it's time to go", Jerry said in a different and more romantic voice. If it was not for the journey awaiting us, I would have had round two but we needed to get to our destination.

He had already woken up early, dressed and decided to order our dinner to go( I didn't know they did that in diners/motels in the middle of nowhere), he was such a gentleman.

By the time he came back, I was already dressed, packed and ready to go. When we were passing through the hallway, a few of our neighbors looked at us rather differently and that's when I remembered our moans. One elderly woman in particular winked and waved at us. I waved back, of course, a bit embarrassed but Jerry, on the other hand, the big guy was tomato-red by the time we said good bye to the receptionist.

We entered the truck and drove off. That's when it hit me. IT WAS ABOUT TIME.

We were both different people on different paths. I was pretty sure Jerry was thinking the same thing but we were too speechless to say anything, so for the next few hours, we sat there in silence.

We never touched our dinner and I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder while he drove.

It wasn't the awkward kind of silence but rather a sad-we are parting and may never see each other again- kind of silence.

" An hour till we reach the city" he was back to grumbling. I just sighed as he packed so that we could eat our dinner.

We ate in silence till I decided to change the topic and suggested we play a game of introduction. I told him that I was twenty-three years old and I was on a one-year vacation from school, I was going to live with my aunt in the city for that whole year and then go back to start my career.

It was his turn. Apparently, he was thirty but he didn't look thirty at all. He was a truck driver who travelled quite a lot and he would be in town for three days.

I told him that I did envy him and he quickly suggested that,

" Why don't you come with me?" almost too quickly and I didn't respond or rather couldn't. I loved Jerry but I couldn't move with him without resolving some things that needed my attention.

He once again grumbled, which was a sign that he was disappointed, but cool with it, and we proceeded with the rest of the journey quietly.

We finally reached my stop and I had to get off. He also climbed out of the truck.

"Ah! You keep on bein' ah safe" once again he grumbled, looking down. He was deciding on whether to hug or kiss or both, so I saved him the trouble by hugging him and giving him a peck on his lips. Before I turned to go. I reached into my back and gave him a letter I'd written prior to our journey to the motel.

I then turned and ran off. I couldn't stand the heartache. This was a gamble really and if it worked then I would write my story as evidence of true love.

You guessed it, my gamble worked and now it's been five months of non-stop traveling with Jerry. We did have sex almost every day,like that time we did go skinny dipping in one of the forests at a local town. Who knew sex in the water was so good and mess free. I'm engaged to Jerry and he seems less grumbly with me than with other people. You want to know how my gamble worked.

That's easy, it all goes back to the letter I gave Jerry that day. It was explaining to him that I had to tell my aunt about my decision and that I had to get her permission to do it. If she accepts, he would find me at the address I'd written for him on the envelope and, of course, it also depended on him agreeing to come for me. Luckily he did.

Right now, he's asleep on our simple four by six mattress in the truck with a much thicker bed sheet, his mustache has grown more bushy and he still looks so cute while asleep.