Route 66: An Erotic Adventure

Before I continue the Route66 story I must insert this story to clarify its mention in the introduction.

Down By The River

My dad, the academic scholar, demanded I attend remedial summer school to raise my shameful Algebra grade from a pathetic C- to a much more respectable grade for college entrance. He wanted me to go onto college to pursue a degree in electrical engineering like him and his father before him. At that time in my life I didn’t know what I wanted to become. About midway through summer school, while hitchhiking to my grandmother’s house after school let out, a man driving a coral color Desoto Adventurer convertible with the top down pulled over at a U.S Route 40 intersection somewhere west of Richmond where he offered me a ride. 

With no fear of hitchhiking I accepted the driver’s offer, opened the door and slid into his luxury car. The top of the line 1959 Desoto, one the last of the big finned luxury boats put out by Detroit, communicated opulence. Back in the day teenage boys didn’t think twice about hitchhiking. If one didn’t own a car or have a buddy with a car as means to get from point A to B, hitchhiking became the next best way to get around.

Since my dad had been killed in an auto accident a few weeks prior all I could think about was finishing high school and getting the fuck out of Ohio. I spent many restless and sleepless nights dreaming about hitchhiking across country to the west coast. Late at night I poured over maps of the United States. At that time in my life only afew major east west highways existed. A time prior to the Dwight D. EisenhowerNational System of Interstate and Defense Highways crisscrossing the country. 

After much research I decided to head west by way of U.S. Route 40, “Main Street of America” and then connect to “The Mother Road” Route 66 for the final leg of the westward trek, ending up at Santa Monica pier in California. Once there I dreamed of breaking into the movie business. I’d read the horror stories about the “casting couch” but didn’t know how true they were. I figured if I had to I’d suck a dick or two or take it in the ass to get a plum role in a movie what the hell.   

Not much to do living in rural Ohio, so I enjoyed the ride west towards my grandmother’s. After a few minutes one of Ricky Nelson’s songs finished playing on the car radio. I looked over at the driver to possibly engage hm in conversation. With acaptivating smile on his face, his left arm resting on the door window sill, hand at ten on the steering wheel, his eyes gazed downward. For some reason my eyes followed. 

Shit! Surprise! Oh Shit! The biggest fucking snake I’d ever seen in my young fucking life, just hanging outside the man’s unzipped fly like it had nothing better to do that sunny day.

My head snapped forward. I looked straight ahead down the highway. Surprised at what I'd seen I began to experience palpitations in my chest, my skin flushed, intense uncontrollable fear overcame me. Perspiration droplets began running down each side of my upper body from my armpits. I thought, oh shit, this guy is a serial killer. I didn’t want to look back at his crotch, but the Devil forced me look again. Sure enough, no mistake. My eyes couldn’t get enough of the monster. 

Even though only about halfway erect the thing, for me that day, his cock appeared to be at least ten inches long and about the thickness of my wrist with its massive blunt head lying on the bottom of the steering wheel ring. I’m sure I let out a disquieting sigh when I saw the awesome sight because the driver asked. “You ever seen anything like that before?”

“It’s big,” I blurted out.

“You ever played with anything that big before?”

“No!” The little Devil on my shoulder kept screaming at me inside my head, touch it, go ahead reach over and touch it, you know you want to. The angel on the other shoulder scolded me not to make that move and get out of the car at all costs.

At my age I’d never seen a cock that big before. My curiosity ran wild. I wanted to reach over and touch it to make sure it was real. So many things ran through my mind: anxious and curious all at the same time.

“Go ahead touch it if you like, it won’t bite.” The big man reached over to grasp my wrist. He gently placed my left hand in his crotch on top his massive member. What a great feeling. I didn’t offer any resistance. I couldn’t resist touching it. I began to caress and stroke it. With each stroke the member grew.  Of course, my young member inside my Levi’s awoke, began to grow and wanted out. 

As I played with the guy’s pecker I began to size him up, trying to decide my next move. He appeared to be a businessman in his twenties, probably about six feet two maybe four inches tall and weighing about a hundred ninety to two hundred pounds. The more I played with his pecker the firmer and larger it grew, as did mine.

“You ever played with a pecker before?” The driver asked. “Cause the way you’re caressing mine tells me you got the touch and this ain’t the first pecker you played with.”

“Yeah, it’s big alright.”

“You said that before.”

I’d lost track of time and everything around me. Mesmerized by the size of the guy’s dick he continued to chat me up asking me about what I’d done with other boys, while I continued to fondle his massive cock. I couldn’t get enough of the driver’s dick. I began to fantasize. I wondered if I could get the head in my mouth. 

Suddenly, he reached over and put his hand in my crotch gently running his fingers tips over my hard dick that ran down the inseam of my Levi’s. “My, my what do we have here?” 

Throwing my head back I uttered, “Oh yeah.” 

The driver commented that he’d like to see mine. I quickly unbuttoned the fly opened it and hauled out my puny, by comparison, pecker. Out in the sunlight, unlike the driver’s massive piece of meat, mine stood up firm, jumping with each beat of my heart. The man began to stroke my dick complimenting me on the size and how nice the head appeared, while I continued to stroke his pecker.

“Ever sucked one before?” He asked. “Cause I’d like to suck yours.”

I knew he would know I was lying if I said no, so I said, “A couple of my buddies.”

“You wanna pull off the highway? Go down by the river where we can fool around a little more?”

“I really gotta get to my grandmother’s, she’s expecting me.”

“Sure you don’t wanna take afew minutes detour for some unforgettable fun?” He questioned. “I know you wanna suck mine and I wanna suck yours…I’ll take you to your grandmother’s after we stop if you wanna stop to fool around.”

“Okay.”

The Angel sitting on one shoulder with the Devil on the other still engaged in their fierce argument. The good told my soul to get out and run, the evil said go for it suck that big fat cock. Go down by the river with this guy and fool around. We drove another mile with this argument raging on inside my head while I continued to stroke the driver’s dick. Evil had taken control over me and was winning.

Suddenly, the driver turned the car off the highway and drove down a side road towards the river with no traffic in either direction. Within a couple minutes he pulled over under a large shade tree. We sat in the front seat where we played with each other’s peckers while we talked. After a few minutes the driver opened the door and stepped out of the big convertible. He began to remove his clothes. 

I watched in awe as he disrobed. He removed the colorful Hawaii style short sleeve shirt and then the tan cotton dress pants. With nothing left but socks and loafers I could see he had a tight muscular body, but his huge pecker overshadowed everything else. Even though hard it hung pointing towards the ground. I thought maybe with his build he might be a professional athlete maybe a football player. Evil told me to go for it.

“You gonna get undressed?”

“Oh yeah,” I said. I stood outside the car where I began to remove my clothes, hanging them on the open door. The driver walked around the front of the car. He approached me from behind to help me finish disrobing. As he stood behind me nude with his arms wrapped around me I could feel his warm body against mine and his massive member resting in my bare ass crack while he played with my nipples, hard by this time. “You gotta nice body and really fine pecker, nothin to be ashamed of.”

The driver opened the trunk from which he retrieved a soft blanket. He spread it out beside the car and then patted it with his hand. A signal for me to sit down. I think I became aware by then that I wasn’t the first boy this guy had picked up along Main Street USA to seduce. As I sat on the blanket nude many things began to swirl through my head. 

As a track athlete in high school I figured that if the guy tried anything stupid I could out run him back to the highway. As I mused about the what-ifs the guy said, “Relax I’m not gonna rape you or kill you. I just want us to have some fun together on this beautiful summer afternoon. That is, if you want to, if not get dressed and I’ll still drive you to your grandmothers.”

“I’ve just never done anything like this before.”

“Again, if you don’t want to just say the word and it’s over.”

“I’m okay, just a little nervous,” I said.

The guy moved next to me where he pushed me back on the blanket. He began to kiss my chest and nipples, while he played with my pecker. “You’ve got nice firm nipples. You mind if I suck them?”

“Oh, please.”

After I uttered go ahead. He began to lick and kiss first one and then the other nipple. He bit down tenderly on one as his tongue swiped across the top of my hard nipple, causing me to gasp with pleasure. Damn, I thought I was going to cum. He then rolled halfway on top me, so our dicks touched. We began to hump each other. Then he moved down taking my hard pecker into his mouth. Damn, he performed on it unlike any of my boyfriends.

After a few minutes sucking my dick the driver moved back up to kiss, lick and chew on my nipples. Then we humped again. With his head next to mine he asked, “You want to cornhole?”

I’d never butt fucked anyone before but knew what he meant. “I’ve never done it before. Besides don’t know whether I can take your big dick in my ass.”

“You want to cornhole me?”

“If you want.”

He reached for his trousers where he pulled out a small packet of K-Y Jelly and pack of condoms. Once he had the packet in hand he rolled over on his back asking, “You want to do it face to face or doggy style?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I prefer to see the eyes of who’s cornholin me”

We each began to prepare for the inevitable. With condom on my dick and his ass lubed up I got into position between his legs where I began to penetrate his ass. As I began to push my hard dick into him I saw him slight grimace on his face. I asked, “You okay?”

“You may not think so but that’s a fair-sized pecker you’re packin, so I need to get comfortable with it.”

I felt good after that compliment considering the size of his member. After a short rest I began to push again. With the head inside he said, “Take it is easy the first few strokes so I can get accustom to you.”

He pulled me into him where he began to kiss me in a soulful manner. At that moment I was his. Although I’d never engaged in vaginal or anal sex before instinct took over and I began to stroke in and out of the driver’s ass. Caught up in the act of fucking this big guy I began to experience a sense of ecstasy. The summer heat and humiditybrought perspiration to our bodies. 

I continued to bang the driver’s ass with all the passion I could muster. He moaned and groaned. In the final minutes he begged me, “Fuck me harder…Fuck me baby fuck me.”

With the driver’s coaxing I began to speed up slamming my dick into his ass with everything within me. I heard him let out a lustful growl. I felt warm goo on my stomach and chest. He’d cum and I wasn’t far behind. I ejaculated and collapsed onto his sweatybody. We lay there in silence for a few minutes before he asked, “You glad I stopped and picked you up?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for coming down here with me. I needed someone like you to get me off today.”

“Thanks for picking me up,” I said.

With that said we got up, wiped our bodies off, got dressed and got back in his car. “Still want me to drop you off at your grandmother’s?”

“Just drop me off at the intersection I point out. No need to get off the highway. I can walk the few blocks to her house.”

The driver started the luxury convertible and drover towards the intersection I pointed out. I got out of the car, standing next to the car I bid the driver farewell and thanks. I never saw him again but looked for him on Main Street USA and dreamed of a night about that day down by the river.