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This is another story about two years I spent hitching across the country back in the late 70's and early 80’s, when I was in my early 20's. You can find previous installments and my other stories in the Author’s tab under “Joe Lewin”.
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This is a story about a guy named Ted who picked me up outside of Chicago and drove me all the way to Denver. With a pit stop in between at a nice hotel in Lincoln…and an evening of cock play.
I had been staying with my friend Tim who was a student at Northwestern. While living with him, I worked for a cleaning company. On that job I traveled around the Midwest in a van modified to hold steam cleaning equipment. The clients were all commercial businesses: airports, malls, hotels, retail businesses and the like. We cleaned commercial carpets, open atriums, indoor tennis courts, etc.
I did that for a few months and managed to save up a little bit of money to fund more travel. One morning I woke up and had the itch to leave. Tim and I had been best friends forever. Even so, two guys living in a one-bedroom apartment was getting a bit old. Tim would never have asked me to leave—but I noted he didn’t try to talk me into staying when I told him it was time for me to move on. My boss put up more of a fight. I was a steady and reliable worker; he didn’t see too many of those.
But when I have the itch to leave, I scratch it. So, on a nice, late fall early morning, I got up and out of Tim’s place before 6 and hitched a series of rides out of Evanston to the Kennedy Expressway. A single ride took me all the way to LaSalle. This placed me in a great position to stick my thumb out on I-80, going west, by 9 a.m.
I was standing on the side of the road, with my thumb out for about an hour when a beige Chevy Caprice throttled its v8 down to pull over in front of me. I ran up to the window and the driver yelled “jump in.” So, I threw my backpack into the huge back seat and jumped into the front.
“Where are you going?” the driver asked.
“West,” I said.
“That’s not a destination,” he replied, “it’s a direction.”
I laughed and said, “Well, it’s both a direction and a destination for me!”
He laughed at that and said, “well, today might be your lucky day, because I’m going pretty far west, to Denver. You’re welcome to ride along with me for all or part of it.”
Small talk followed. I told him about my travels—leaving out the sexier details, of course—and he told me that he was on his way to Denver for a conference. He was a salesman with a limited budget. He didn’t mind driving, so he drove instead of flying, which freed up more of his expense account to stay in nice hotels.
“I’m going to drive to Lincoln, Nebraska, today,” he told me. “That’s about 6 hours away, so we can decide there whether you want to continue hitching or spend the night and drive the rest of the way to Denver with me tomorrow.”
I told him it sounded great to me. He put on the radio, tuned to a news station, and we both settled in for a straight-line ride across I-80. We didn’t talk much and I soon dozed off, waking up with a start when I felt the car slowing down. He told me we were about an hour east of Des Moine and he needed to stop for gas, toilet and lunch.
I went in with him and used the bathroom, standing a couple of open urinals down from him. We grabbed some burgers and took them outside, sitting down at a table. He asked me if I knew how to drive and if I had a license. I answered yes to both. While in Illinois I had updated my license so that I could help with the driving on my job.
I told him about my job and told him I was used to highway driving, anticipating the reason he asked.
“Great,” he said, “do you want to drive for a while?”
“Absolutely,” I responded.
So, when we got back to the car, I got behind the wheel. We were about the same height, so I needed to make only minor adjustments. The Caprice was a big boat but nothing I couldn’t handle, and soon we were back on the highway heading west.
My new friend, whose name was Ted, immediately fell asleep with his head resting against the passenger side window. While he was sleeping, I took the opportunity to check him out. He had a handsome face framed by a nice head of brown hair that fell just below his ears. He was wearing jeans and more than once during the trip I looked down to his crotch, my eyes taking in what looked like a sausage below the denim, curled up and resting on his thigh. I glanced at that package often, but resigned myself that I would only be looking. Ted threw off no gay vibes.
About 3 in the afternoon, I drove through Omaha. Ted woke up as we cleared the city and told me he wanted to stop in Lincoln. “I’ve got an old friend in Lincoln and I promised to stop. We’re going to grab dinner and then I’m going to continue on to Denver tomorrow. I’m enjoying the company and the help driving, so if you want to spend the night and continue on tomorrow, you’re welcome. On the other hand, if you want to continue on your way, we can pull off by the exit. Completely up to you,” he said.
I weighed the pros and cons. I didn’t need to be anywhere, so I wasn’t in a rush. However, I really hadn’t planned to spend money tonight on a hotel room. As if he was reading my thoughts, Ted said, “and, by the way, unless it makes you uncomfortable, I can get a room with two beds, so the room won’t cost you a dime.”
I smiled at that and said: “count me in.”
My mind started working, of course. Was there more to this than meets the eye? This might be the first ping on my gaydar?
About 30 minutes out from Lincoln Ted suggested that I pull over. He had a reservation at a downtown hotel that he’d stayed at before, so it would be easier for him to drive us in. I was expecting a Holiday Inn or something similar, so I was surprised when we pulled up in front of a very tall, red brick building called the “Hotel Capital.” It looked nice and expensive.
We parked the car and went into the lobby. I waited while Tim checked in. When he came back, he said, “I reserved a room with a king bed. They don’t have any rooms left with two beds,” he said. He gave me a choice of either sleeping on the floor, sleeping with him, or just continuing along my way. I told him that if he was ok sharing a big bed with me, I was ok with it, so that’s what we did. He smiled and I registered another ping on my gaydar.
We went up to the room. Ted went into the bathroom and a few minutes later I heard the shower running. It turned turn off and a few minutes later Ted came into the room wearing a towel around his waist. I noted that he had a nice, solid chest and abs. His chest was nicely developed and he had two big, brownish areola capped by two nice, puffy nipples. I wanted to suck them then and there.
He didn’t have much hair on his chest or stomach but a faint pleasure trail ran from his bellybutton down and under the white towel. But what was really eye-catching was a blue vein that ran from around his right hip down toward his groin. It stood out against his white skin. I don’t know why it was so sexy to me—but it was almost like it was an extension of his cock.
I looked up and Ted was looking at me. I think I detected a smile, but it quickly disappeared. Ping.
I went down to a bar a few blocks away and had a couple of beers and a sandwich, returning to the room around 8:30. Ted wasn’t back, so I jumped into the shower. I got out of the shower and was toweling myself dry with the door open to let the steam escape when Ted walked into the room. I was standing full frontal naked toward the door, my arms up over my head, toweling my hair dry when Ted walked into the room.
I could see myself in the mirror behind him. Arms up, showing off my thick bushes of pit hair, toweling my mop and completely naked below. I liked what I saw, of course. Who wouldn’t? Sinewy body, thin waste, naturally bare skin except for a big pubic bush surrounding a semi-hard, nicely cut cock, leading down to a pair of sparsely haired legs that stood naked running down to the floor.
Ted’s face lit up with a smile. I heard him say, “now that’s a sight worth coming back to the room for.” Ping.
I laughed. A big smile spread across both of our faces as we both realized instantaneously that whatever “pings” each of us had picked up were, in fact, on target. And now here was this gorgeous guy looking me over from head-to-cock-to toe again and again—with a wolfish grin on his face.
Taking that as my cue, I stepped out of the bathroom toward him, making no effort to cover up. In fact, I couldn’t cover up because I didn’t remember where I’d thrown the towel as I struck my pose.
“You like what you see,” I whispered? There was still a part of me that was unsure whether this was headed in the direction I thought it was headed.
“Hell, yes,” he said as he stepped closer to me. He pulled me by the hands as he walked backward to a corner chair. “Let me get a good look at you.”
I inched over to him and then stood in front of his chair, lifting and flexing my arms over and behind my head to show off whatever pecs and biceps I had. He reached out and held me by either hip. My cock, which had been half stiff, was now rising to full attention, silently saluting this handsome guy who was now studying it so closely.
He reached down and palmed my ball sac as if he were weighing a bag of gold. “Hmmm, nice,” I heard him murmur, as a jolt of pure pleasure traveled up through my stomach, past my tits to my brain.
Holding my nuts in one hand, the other hand rotated my body 180 degrees so that my ass was now in his face. His hand holding my balls dropped during the turn but then very quickly found my balls again. He grasped firmly and pulled me back toward him. Waves of pleasure washed over me as he backed my ass crack right into his face.
He cupped my whole package—hardened cock and balls—and pulled me back, forcing me to bend at the waste. As I bent, I could imagine my as cheeks opening up for him. I’m a freak about keeping my sex organs and my asshole clean and had just given both extra attention while I was in the shower. He stuck his nose between my cheeks and breathed in. I could tell by the sounds he was making that he was pleased with what he was finding.
He pushed his nose and mouth in deeper. I was bent forward. His hand cupped and stroked my package as I felt his lips graze my hole. I squirmed and pushed back. I then felt his tongue make contact with my O-Ring. He started literally making out with my asshole. His lips and tongue were moving on it, sucking the O in and out and then I felt his tongue enter me. I gasped in delight as I felt him slide deeper in.
He was now just flat out stroking my cock as he gave my asshole a deep and thorough tongue licking. His tongue was like a small cock—it filled my hole as it plunged in and out. I could feel it poling in and then retracting. I felt like I could cum just by this tongue fucking.
Gradually and slowly, he stopped tongue fucking me. His tongue slipped out and he kissed my hole, the inner walls of my ass cheeks and then my cheeks. He kissed above my ass, at the waistline and then used one hand to slowly turn me around. All the while his lips traced across my skin.
Finally, I had turned enough so that my cock was right in his face. He drew back to study it. His right hand came up and once again stroked my balls, while his left hand found its way into my pubic patch. “Agghhh,” I heard him say, “so nice.” He stroked and patted and scratched my pubic hair while his right hand pulled my sac, and with it my cock, toward his lips.
I was looking down, of course, and I could see that the top of my cock glistened with a nice coating of pre-cum. His tongue, which was, in fact, a bit bigger and round than the average, came out of his mouth and engulfed the tip of my cock—starting on the bottom side and then swirling up and around the head. He pulled back and a line of pre-cum attached to his tongue and stretched out the 3 or 4 inches between his lips and my head. He dove back in and swallowed my cock and the line of precum all in one motion.
I was still standing in front of him. He was sucking on my cock. His tongue was unreal. It felt like a tight, little hand rolling around my cock as he sucked in and out. It was exquisite and I didn’t want him to stop. But I also didn’t want to cum too fast. And I especially wanted to see him naked.
I reached for his face and pulled his lips of my cock, tilting his head up so he could see me. I smiled at him and he smiled back. “Enjoying this?” he asked. “I am,” I whispered back, “but I want us both to be naked.”
He smiled some more and stood up. I looked down and my cock was as wet as wet can be; it was dripping with his saliva. It ached for more.
He rose and as he did, I started to unbutton his shirt. As I worked down he worked up and soon his shirt was open and he was shrugging it off, onto the floor. I again marveled at his body. He had defined pecs and abs, which told me he worked out a bit.
I bent down and took one of his puffy nipples in my mouth. I kissed it and licked it and bit it gently. Meanwhile, I reached down and undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and they started to slide down a little. He reached up and slid his zipper down. My lips were locked on his nipple but I could feel him place one foot into one of the pantlegs and roll it down. He did the same with the other and then stepped out of his pants.
I reluctantly stepped back because I had to look. He was wearing white BVD’s. But what I really noticed was that his cock looked huge in the pouch. He was erect, of course, and the damn thing was like a small ballistic missile straining to get through the fabric.
I stroked his body and he raised his arms above his head. I leaned and ate his pits, were covered by a thick bush of hair.
I fell to my knees so that my face was even with his missile.
I reached up and gently tugged the white cotton briefs over the top of his cock. I gasped loudly and looked up at him. He was smiling down at me.
“What do you think?” he asked.
I was speechless. I’d never seen a cock as round as his. It was long, for sure, at about 7”, I think, but what made it stand out from the crowd was its girth. I didn’t have anything to measure it with, of course, but it looked at least as fat as a soda can. If I’m exaggerating, it’s not by much, believe me.
“Wow,” I said, “it’s amazing.”
He smiled and nodded. I looked back down and started to explore his cock with my hands and eyes. I laid it across my palm, as if I was weighing it, and bounced it up and down. I tried to circle it with my fist, but my fingers were far from meeting. I lifted it up and looked at it, like it was a prize. As I did, my tongue, with a mind all its own, slipped out of my mouth and licked the head like it was a popsicle.
He reached down and grabbed his big cock by the base. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He slapped his cock up and down on my tongue and then he wiped it across my lips, chin and cheeks. He then repeated his actions by slapping his cock on my welcoming tongue, sticking it in and out of my mouth, rubbing it across my lips and then rubbing it across my cheeks, chin and lips again. He did this a few times before he stuck his cock into my mouth.
I welcomed it with a tongue bath, my lips remained open. I could not close them completely around his girth. He pushed in slightly but did not try to ram his cock into my mouth. He clearly knew what he was dealing with; he didn’t want to choke me. He wanted me to enjoy his monster cock.
And enjoy I did. I love the silky-smooth feel of a cock sliding over my lips and sitting on my tongue. I closed my lips as much as I could and then pulled him as far as I could. There was no way that this big, round cock was going to go past my gag reflex, so I just sucked as much as I could and licked him back and forth. I did this for a while and then took it out of my mouth. His cock had a natural upward tilt that was not so much a curve but a slight incline. I put my lips on the head and bathed his tip with my tongue, dripping saliva all around it. I licked the underside—the frenulum—and that made him jump. I took the hint and let my tongue and lips work on the underside of the helmet for a while. Licking and sucking and licking some more.
He pulled his cock from my mouth and we got into a 69 position on the bed.
Out of nowhere his hand appeared by my face. He was holding a brown bottle. Not sure where he had been keeping it and I didn’t care. I reared back and took a big sniff while he held one nostril closed. I held it, let it out and then repeated with the other nostril. I paused to let the poppers do their thing. It took only seconds.
Suddenly, I was a cock-sucking slave whose only interest was the magnific magic wand in front of me. I went crazy on his dick. I licked it, fucked it with my mouth, sucked it and held his balls firmly. I could feel him going in and out of my mouth and I sucked more and licked with a very wet tongue. I drew his cock head out past my lips and licked the head and the underside like it was a melting ice cream and I wanted to get very bit of it before it melted away. Of course, it was not melting away. It was rock hard and I was holding the base while I played with his balls and licked his cock.
He was sucking my cock at a furious pace. I was about to cum and moaned just as he moaned. As we both moaned plumes of sweet, white cum shot out from each of our cocks. He took all of mine in his mouth, and swirled it like it was a fine wine.
For my part, his cum had shot from his mighty roundcock and covered my lips, tongue, mouth and cheeks. He squirted and squirted. When he started to slow down, I took his cock into my mouth and captured the rest directly. I licked and sucked the head while he shot his cum down my throat. I didn’t stop until he nudged me back, as his cock deflated and grew more sensitive. I gave it one last lick, which elicited another long, satisfied moan.
We dozed for a bit. I woke up to the best feeling in the world: a tongue on my hardening cock. I looked down and could see the top of Ted’s head, nothing more, in the dim light. But I could feel his tongue, lips and mouth exploring my cock and balls. He slipped my cock in his mouth and licked me just a couple of times before I groaned and exploded again in his mouth.
We slept for a while and played again when we woke up early in the morning. Even rushed it was fun to get off again before getting on the road again.
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