valle12tom
February 9th, 2005, 08:14 PM
NOTE: To my readers. I debated whether to add this explanation to my story or not but decided to anyway. I wanted to see if any of you would catch what i had done to the original story. After writing my story called The Hitch Hiker this past weekend it came to me in a thought that it would be interesting to write the same story from the other guys point of view. So I tried to re-write the story. I found it to be a lot harder than I origionally thought it would be. I hope you like it and would love to hear your thoughts and comments. Peace to you all - :kiss:
The Hitchhiker - Mirror Image
Chapter One
I felt so free. Here I was 23 years old last week and I was on the road at last. It seemed like I had wanted to break free for so long but everything in my life seemed to always pull me back. I was on my own with just my backpack by my side and the clothes on my back. Yeah I did have $200 in cash in my wallet and I did have a credit card in my pocket but I was going to see where life took me for a little while at least.
Most people would think I had a great life and I admit I did. I was great looking with long brown hair. I was in shape and I had a great girlfriend who liked to fuck and said I was a great lover. My dick could be a bit bigger but it was OK and little Jamie had never let me down all through high school and college. It was 6 inches fully erect and usually was about 3-4 inches soft. Lots of guys in school were bigger but it looked OK to me.
I thought my balls were pretty cool and when they were hanging they were real low riders. I knew the other guys in high school, college and at the gym had checked me out in the showers when the water was hot and my balls were hanging down about 3 inches. I loved to soap them up in the shower and feel each one in their own little sac. God that felt good. They would swing back and forth as I walked and I knew they looked good! My bush was nice and thick. Real curly brown hair and I liked to lie in bed and just run my fingers through the forest of hair prior to jerking off sometimes. I liked the little trail of hairs that ran up to my belly button which was one of those that stuck out instead of in. When I ran my finger tips lightly across it I could feel this kind of electric shock in my groin sometimes. I had a hard stomach with a true eight pack that was the envy of lots of guys at the gym. My nipples were nice and usually stuck out in the middle of my dime sized aureoles. I really had no body hair to speak of and I thought I looked pretty damned good if I said so myself.
I could even feel myself getting hard just thinking about how good I looked. I don’t think it was conceit at all it was just fact.
I had a great business going with my best friend Steve. So why was I out here on the road with my thumb stuck out trying to get a ride? Lots of reasons I supposed but mostly I had to find out some answers and I knew that I would never find out if I stayed around my home in Charlotte North Carolina. My girlfriend Linda was pressuring me to get married and settle down and have some kids. I felt like I wanted to do that at some point but there was something else I needed to do before I was ready to do the whole marriage thing.
After finishing college with a degree in business my best friend Steve and I had started a landscape business and we were doing quite well. We had lots of very good customers mostly in the Myers Park area of Charlotte and we had 6 different crews out there and 18 people working for us full time. So what was my problem? Oh shit. I thought I might be in love with Steve and I wanted to have sex with him in the worst way but I just didn’t know how to tell him. I even thought he might even be gay but I was so afraid to say anything for fear it would ruin our friendship and our business. How did you tell your best friend you wanted to suck on his cock?
Steve and I had know each other since his family had moved to Charlotte in while we were in high school. We hung out together and played soccer together and were co-captains in our senior year. We ran cross country together and still loved to hit the road to jog around the city a few times a week. We dated chicks together all through high school and we had both discovered sex with girls out senior year after we had both turned 18. The we went to college together and had even roomed together. We had certainly seen each other naked enough times and had hugged each other and loved each other in a manly athletic sort of way. But that was where it ended.
I thought Steve was gorgeous. His hair was jet black and short where mine was brown and long. His eyes were this deep deep black that were surrounded with these incredible long and very sexy eye lashes. I could look into those eyes forever it seemed. His mouth was incredible and his lips were puffy and his teeth were pearly white. He had this huge goofy smile with two big dimples on each side of his mouth that I had loved since that first time he had walked into our class so many years ago.
His body was - well his body was incredible. He looked liked a model and was as in shape as I was. In fact we both were in shape but I think he was more in shape than I was. I loved to look at the dark black hair in his pits whenever we worked out together and his nipples were much larger than mine. Like me he also had a true eight pack and we both had these incredible lines going down to our crotches. Now what were they called I thought as I stood there by the side of the road watching cars pass me by with my thumb stuck out. Oh yeah I had heard someone call them an Apollo’s Belt. Now that was a sexy word I thought and an Apollo’s Belt was definitely sexy on a guy. In fact just thinking about Steve’s Apollo’s belt made my dick stir in my pants and I could feel it getting hard. Steve had a deep navel and almost no body hair even on his legs. His pubes were small, thick, black and curly but they were limited to a small triangle above his perfect dick.
Oh how I had fantasized about his cock. At the same time hating myself for even thinking about it that way but not being able to help myself. His cock never seemed to be smaller than 5 inches soft and it hung so beautifully between his legs. Steve was not afraid to show his naked body off and often we had walked around our dorm room without clothes or very little clothes. Unfortunately since we had left college the only chances I had to see him naked were when we worked out a few times a week at the local gym we both belonged to back in Charlotte. I few times I had even seen him pee hard in the morning as he jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom with his hard cock sticking out in front of him. His dick was at least 8 inches long and was perfectly formed with these large distinct veins running up and down the shaft. The head was huge or at least seemed huge to me and he had these big meaty balls that were not low hangers but were quite nice to look at. All in all Steve was gorgeous and he was hot!
But we had never crossed that line into sex with each other. I wanted to know what it was like to kiss a man and to touch a mans cock and give a guy a blow job. I found myself fascinated my men and their cocks and took every chance I could get while at the gym to sneak a peek at anyone who was naked in the locker rooms. I had to be so careful not to be obvious or let myself get hard while I was looking at the other guys.
Linda didn’t like to suck on my cock although every once in a great while she might kiss it for a few moments. She didn’t even like to touch it except when she would help me guide it into her vagina while we were fucking. But that wasn’t enough for me. I just couldn’t get her to understand my need for her to love my cock and balls although I used every suggestion I could think about.
The trouble with being gay in a such a straight world like mine was there was no one you could talk to about your feelings. I mean who could I go to and say hey I think I am gay and I want to touch your cock! You were alone out there all by yourself. If you came out or even let anyone know what you were thinking it would be immediate death to everything that you knew. Your whole world would come crashing down around you and you might as well be dead I thought. All the guys I knew would drop you as a friend immediately and the girls and your family well you could kiss all that goodbye. It was lonely and I was tired of feeling this way. Sometimes I would just lay on my bed when I got home and cry. I hated to admit it even to myself but I had even thought about killing myself occasionally. I felt so empty inside and just wanted to hug a guy and know what it was like just once I thought. maybe I would hate it and realize that I was straight after all but how could I know unless I tried. Sometimes life was just a bitch.
Sometimes I even hated myself for even thinking like this. I mean what was this all about? I had everything anyone ever wanted. A great family, a gorgeous sexy girlfriend and a best bud and I wanted to ruin it by touching his cock. Damn I thought how stupid could I be! But no matter how hard I tried I could not get the thoughts out of my mind. I had tried all during high school and college to erase my thoughts from my mind but nothing seemed to work. Sometimes I could go for days or weeks without thinking about it and then the sight of someone’s cock, or the slight glimpse of a guys underarm hair or even the smell of a crotch in the gym would send me over the edge.
About 6 months ago I had even gotten up the nerve to go into a news shop on the other side of town and look at some gay mens magazines in the back of the store. I could not believe how aroused I got looking at these guys in the magazines. I was so afraid I would get caught by someone I knew. I was sweating the whole time. My mind tried to tell me not to look at the pictures but my dick was telling me otherwise. I had never seen guys with hard-ons except for those few times with Steve and I was amazed at all the different shapes and sizes. And some of them were uncut which was fascinating to me as everyone I knew had been circumcised. While flipping through one of the magazines I saw a letter to the editor about a place called Just Us Boys on the Internet and I memorized the web address.
When I got home that evening I went to my computer and pulled up the JUB web site and signed on to the site. Oh my God I could not believe what I had found. They asked me to put stuff in my profile but I was scared shit-less and left it all blank. I wandered around the site reading stories, posts and looking at so many photos of different cocks and balls and oh shit the site was incredible. I blew a load without even touching my cock and then beat off about 5 times before I fell into bed exhausted and tired.
Here was a world I had only imagined before. Here were guys I had only thought about before but never knew were real. Here were real guys who were proud to be gay and offered up their advice to lots of guys who wrote in asking about this or that problem they were having. But I was to sacred to post anything for fear someone would trace it back to me and expose my life as a queer. Oh shit what was I going to do?
Life sucked sometimes. Everyone thought you had everything together and life was perfect while inside you were dying. I needed to get out of town and see if I could get laid and at least know what it was all about. Maybe it was just a phase and maybe I wasn’t really gay but I had to know one way or the other before I committed to Linda. So at my birthday party the week before I had told Linda and Steve and everyone about my plans to hit the road for at least 2 months. I said I needed to see the country on my own and they bought it. It would be our slow time at work so Steve and Linda both encouraged me to go and they both wished me well. Steve and Linda even dropped me off by the interstate where I kissed her good bye and hugged Steve tightly and then caught my first ride.
A family picked me up right away and that was 4 rides ago. Now I was out in the middle of nowhere and it looked like it was about to rain. Oh shit it was getting colder too and I felt the first raindrops hit me on the head. Then all of a sudden the skies opened up and it was like being in a huge shower. I was soaked through and through and everything was wet even my boxer shorts. Water was running into my boots and I sloshed as I walked. OH Shit. I remember seeing an underpass up ahead so I started to walk in that direction.
I saw a truck pull off the road and park under the bridge while I was walking. The rain obscured everything in sight but I could make out the taillights in the distance. Maybe they would have room to give me a ride. I was cold and I was wet and I was starting to shiver all over. If I did not get some help I thought I could get hypothermia. Oh shit! My first day on the road and I was about to die out here!
I walked for what seemed to be ages in the pouring rain getting more and more soaked with every passing moment. I finally reached the overpass and as I walked under the edge of the bridge above me and the rain stopped beating on me it felt so good to be out of the rain for a minute. There was the truck in front of me. The windows were fogged up so I could not see who was inside. What would they think of me? Would they call the cops? Would they be friendly? Would they beat the shit out of me rob me and leave me by the side of the road? All these thoughts were running through my brain as I looked at the truck and got up the courage to walk up to the passenger side door and knock on the window.
I could see a shadow of a man inside the truck. Just one guy so that was cool. Unless he had a gun or a knife I could probably handle him I thought. Shit why was I even thinking that? There looked like there would be plenty of room for me if he would just let me in. I was cold and I was wet and I wanted to cry but I knew I couldn’t do that! I knocked on the window and watched as the man looked over at me with a surprised look on his face. The window started to come down and I could hear music drifting out from the warmth of the cab.
I must have looked a sight standing there wet in the rain but he smiled at me. He was older maybe about 50 or so I could never tell with older guys. His hair was short but not marine like or anything. He had nice eyes which crinkled up when he smiled at me. He looked friendly and not at all hostile or like a serial killer! That was a good sign I thought.
“I wonder if I could maybe get I ride with you sir if that would be OK,” I said stammering with cold.
“Sure”, he replied “jump in”.
“Wow thanks man that is so cool let me shake some of this water off before I get in.”I stood there outside the truck jumping up and down to shake some of the water off. Finally I reached for the door handle and opened the door to the truck and picked up my pack and pushed it in front of me and then jumped in after. Oh shit it felt warm inside the truck. I pressed the window button and rolled it up and then looked over at the man.
I looked him over and thought what was going through his mind as he looked at this wet kid sitting in his truck dripping water everywhere. He was quite nice looking as I looked him over. he seemed gentle enough. He had blond hair, blue eyes and a really nice smile. He looked to be in good shape for an older guy but I couldn’t really tell as he was wearing this pullover fleece jacket. His hands looked nice and they looked like he was used to doing physical work. They didn’t look like soft hands at all. Someone upstairs was looking down on me I thought as I felt the warmth of the cab rush over me.
“Oh Jesus I am cold,”I told him at last. “This rain just came up out of nowhere and I never thought I would get a ride. You are an angle man. A true angle.” I was shivering and shaking with cold and wet as I sat there.
He then reached over and turned up the heater to high. “You have to get out of those wet clothes before you freeze. What is your name? Mine is Tom.”
“ Jamie.” I replied as I saw him reach out his hand. I reached out mine as well and grasped his hand in a firm handshake that sent shivers up and down my spine. His hand was covered with district veins running across their surface and his fingers and palm were calloused and felt strong to my touch.
“Have you got some dry clothes in your pack,” he asked.
“Yeah if they didn’t get wet in all the rain,”I replied.
I leaned over and unzipped my pack and started rummaging around inside. Everything appeared to be dry and I started pulling out my extra set of boxers, a shirt, some socks, a pair of old running shoes and a pair of jeans. I laid all theses items on the seat between us.
“I have a towel behind the seat,” he said as I saw him reach behind my seat and pull out a large fluffy towel. “Come on let’s get these wet clothes off you Jamie” he said.
I began to unbutton and take off my jacket and he reached over to help me take it off and then he folded it and placed it on the floor. I then leaned down and unlaced my sopping wet shoes and I peeled them off and then took off my wet socks. damn they were soaked through and through.
“That heat feels good,” I said as I wiggled my toes under the heat blowing out from under the dash. Oh that heat felt good on my feet. I looked at my feet for a minute admiring their long arch and my long beautifully formed toes. I reached down and rubbed my feet and toes to get the circulation running again and it felt good. I was so lucky Tom had decided to park under this bridge. I thought what would I have done if he hadn’t?
I then unbuttoned my flannel plaid shirt which was soaked as well and pulled it up and out of my pants. Tom reached over and helped me pull it off as he saw me struggling to get it off my arms. He folded the wet shirt and placed it on top of the growing pile of other wet clothing on the floor of the truck. I then pulled my undershirt off over my head and felt the warm hair hit my naked body. I wondered if he was looking at me and what he thought? Of course he was looking at me but what was he thinking? Would anything happen between us? Was he sent to help me with my questions about my sexual identity? I looked down at my chest and noticed that my nipples were hard and erect and that my body was covered with goose bumps and I was shivering with cold but starting to enjoy the warmth of the cab.
I handed him my wet undershirt which he placed on the pile of clothes. He was watching me intently but I could not read his expression. What was it saying if anything? I was just a newbie I thought. Jesus what should I do? Just wait and see what happens a small voice said inside my head. Thank God I listened to that little voice.
Now came the hard part. I had to look completely natural as I took off my pants. There was no way around that fact. I had to take everything off if I was going to dry off and change my clothes. He didn’t seem bothered at all by a young 23 year old man undressing in the cab of his truck so I thought why should I care. Let him see me. I wanted him to see me and get the full view of my beautiful body.
I reached down and undid my belt buckle and then unsnapped the top button on my jeans. I zipped down my zipper and the sound seemed so loud to me like I had never before heard the sound of an unzipping zipper. It sounded like music to my ears. Shit was I dreaming or was this real?
I had a hard time pulling down my wet pants off my long legs in the confines of the truck cab. I had to sort of contort my body to get them off and as they were wet they stuck to my skin. I finally succeeded and deposited my pants on the growing pile of very wet clothes on the floor of the truck between us. I was wearing my plaid boxer shorts which were completely soaked through as well. I had never been this wet before in my whole life. My entire body was covered with goose bumps and I was still shivering and shaking with the cold and wet as I reached under the waistband of my shorts and lifted up my hips slightly and pressed my feet against the carpet on the floor so I could pull my boxers off.
I slid them off my waist and down across my legs and then off my feet and tossed them onto of the pile of clothes. Damn here I was completely naked in a strange mans truck. Even though I was cold and shivering I still knew I looked good. My legs were long and muscular and I was in shape. How could anyone not be attracted to this I thought as I looked at my crotch? Oh shit my dick and balls were shriveled up to the size of pea’s with all the cold and wet! My dick was about 2 inches long and my balls were small and tight. My pubes were wet but still thick and full. I glanced over at Tom and saw that his eyes were fixed on my crotch and the look in his eyes indicated he was not at all upset by what he saw. It felt good to be on display for him. I felt like a model and wondered what Tom was thinking at this moment? Shit how could he not like my package. I was young! I was - well I wasn’t hung exactly but I was full of cum I thought as I sat there smiling to myself.
Tom handed me the towel which I used to rub my skin and to dry the rain off my body. The thick warm towel felt so good on my skin. It was thick and fluffy and was absorbing the rain water from my legs and chest. I took my time drying my legs so as to give Tom the full view of my youthful body. I rubbed my upper thighs and I felt a glow emanating from my body as I became warm and dry at the same time. I was lost in my own little world while I dried myself knowing that Tom was looking at me. This was exciting. I hoped that this was real and not a dream but if it was to be a dream that would be OK as well.
I finally finished with my legs and feet and then lifted my butt up off the seat and scooted the towel underneath me to dry my ass and the underpart of my legs. I laughed as I had to contort my body to accomplish this task. It was fascinating knowing that Tom was watching me. I sort of liked being an exhibitionist. I finally withdrew the towel from under my butt and I leaned forward in the seat.
“Would you mind helping me with my back Tom,” I said?
“No problem,” he replied reaching for the wet towel and leaning over to rub my back dry.
“Oh damn that feels good,” I said as he finished up my back. I had never let anyone dry me with a towel before and it felt good to have someone do that. I think I could get used to this I thought as the towel rubbed all over my back and down towards my ass as I leaned as far forward as I could in the confines of the truck cab.
“Lean over and I’ll dry your head,” Tom said.
I did as he asked and leaned my head towards him. He took the towel in both hands and rubbed my hair and my head. Damn this felt good as he shook my head back and forth between his hands. He seemed to spend what seemed to be a long time making sure my hair got as dry as the now wet towel could make it.
It felt so natural and so good to have this stranger drying my head in the front seat of his truck. Damn what would happen if someone pulled over and saw us now? What would they think? What if it was a cop thinking we were broken down or something? Would they arrest us? The rain was coming down harder if that was possible and the cab of the truck was steamy and warm and felt warm and cosy. The windows were fogged up and I was content. Life was good!
“Oh shit man that feels so good,” I said as I dried off the last of the wet from my body with the towel I had taken from his hands moments before. “I don’t think I have never been that wet before. I didn’t know anyone could be that wet,” I said with a laugh. “My boxers were completely soaked and my boots had filled with water. I am so lucky I saw you stopped under this bridge. I am not sure if I could have survived out here in this cold and rain for a very long time if you hadn’t let me in. I will never be able to repay you Tom.”
“Hey I was glad I was here for you man. I don’t want anything from you at all. Just want you to get warm and dry, he said!” We were looking at each other closely as we talked.
I continued to sit there with the wet towel on my lap covering my crotch. I wasn’t sure if I would spring a boner and I didn’t want to take the chance of scaring Tom off at this point in our journey. I needed a ride more than I needed sex at the moment and I didn’t want to take the chance on him throwing me out of his truck back into the torrential rain outside.
“Who is that playing on the stereo,” I asked?
“Oh that’s Ben Harper and the Blind Boys of Alabama. I love this CD,” he said as he reached for the jewel case and handed it to me.
I looked at the cover and read the liner notes for a few moments. “This is fantastic I hadn’t heard this before”, I said handing the case back.
“I think I am finally warmed up. I guess I had better put these clothes on,” I said at last.
“Whatever”, he said. “Just make sure you are all dry before you put them on”.
I reached for my socks and started to put on the warm, dry clothes I had taken out of my backpack. I hated to put clothes on but didn’t really know how to not do it. I pulled on my boxer shorts and then my jeans and then my shirt but no undershirt this time. I ran my hands through my hair which seemed pretty dry by now and said, “Oh that is much better.”
“How far are you headed,” I asked?
“All the way to California,” he replied. “How about you?”
“Well I am not sure,” I said with a grin. “I just decided last week to see the world so I am off with no schedule.”
“Well you are welcome to ride along with me as long as you want to,” Tom said and I thought I detected a sound of hope in his voice.
“That’s cool man thanks.”
It was still raining pretty hard but had slacked off some so he put the truck in gear and headed out onto the road. He told me that he was single and had never been married and that he had just retired from a job that he had held for 34 years as the property manager for a large resort hotel. He liked to fix things and loved his job but a new company had just bought the hotel and he just didn’t like the way they did business. So he decided to retire and just hit the road and explore the country for awhile and visit from friends in California. I liked the sound of his voice and he had a nice quiet kind of laugh and a terrific smile that was infectious.
We road in silence listening to the music and watching the rain and the road. I noticed that his knuckles were white from holding the steering wheel tightly as he tried to keep his truck on the road and away from the big trucks and other cars barreling past us in the rain. I changed CD’s from time to time going through his selection one at a time. He had some great stuff, Allison Krause, Van Morrison, Casey Chambers, The Waifs, Joe Cocker, Tom Petty, Rufus Wainwright, Gillian Welch, Doc Watson, Mavis Staples, Eric Clapton, Steve Forbert, Leon Russell, Bob Dylan, The Skillet Lickers and lots more. We talked about music and musicians and seemed to have pretty close tastes which amazed both of us because of the difference in our ages. He seemed pretty cool for an old guy I thought. We laughed and talked and rode along in peace through the incredible storm blowing around us outside. It was nice to find someone who didn’t need to be talking all the time. The day seemed to fly by and when I looked at the clock on the dashboard it was about 5 PM.
“Look Jamie I need to stop at a motel for the night and get something to eat and some rest. I am glad to have you share a room with me. It will be my treat. If you want to do that I mean.”
“Oh wow that would be so cool Tom,” I replied.
There was an exit up ahead and Tom pulled the truck off the interstate and drove down the road looking for a motel. It was still raining pretty hard and we could see lots of no vacancy signs as we passed motel after motel. Finally at the end of the row he pulled into the last motel we saw and drove up to the front door. Lucky for him there was a covering in front of the door and he pulled the truck up under it and out of the rain.
“I’ll just be a moment and see what they have available. Looks like they are all pretty packed with this rain and all,” he said as he exited the truck and made his way inside the office.
I sat in the truck and watched him go up to the counter and speak to an old man behind the desk who appeared to be very friendly and talkative. The old man peered out the motel office window and looked at me in the truck and I smiled back at him. What would he think? Could he read my mind? Did he suspect that I was gay? That was not possible I thought. Tom looked liked a nice guy and although I had never been attracted to an old guy like him perhaps we could get something going if he was game. In fact I had never really ever talked with any older people except for my parents, coaches and teachers. I just hung out with guys my own age. I never even noticed older guys. They weren’t even on my radar screen I thought as I watched Tom take out his wallet and give the man a credit card.
That was a good sign I figured. At least there was a room available in all this rain. He was certainly nice to offer me a ride all the way to California and to pay for my motel room. I would just see how it went. No commitments or promises at this point I thought. After all it is my first day out on the road. I saw the old man give Tom a key and then Tom turned and came back out the door and got into the truck.
He looked at me and said, “Well Jamie we are in luck. They had one room left but it only has one double bed. I hope that you don’t mind?”
“Nah, that won’t bother me,” I said with a laugh! “I just hope you don’t snore to much or hog all the covers!”
“Well I guess we will find out tonight!” he laughed as he put the truck in gear and drove down the line of cars to our room at the very end of the lot. We jumped out in the rain. I grabbed my pack and ran to the motel room door as Tom rushed around to the rear of his truck and lifted up the bed lid and pulled his pack out of the back and joined me in front of the door. he shook the rain off as he put the key in the door lock and opened it and we both ran into the room with our stuff laughing at each other as we piled into the room.
The room was wonderfully clean and warm. Nothing fancy. One of those rare finds on the road. A regulation double bed and a small TV in the corner with a dresser and mirror on one wall. One comfortable chair near the bed in the front corner. I could see a small bathroom with a commode and shower to the rear with a sink and mirror outside in the room. I walked over to the bed and turned and just flopped down on the bed spread eagled with my arms hung out over the sides of the bed bouncing up and down. It felt good to be in the room. Shit I almost filled up the bed myself. This might get interesting I thought to myself. I just started laughing and Tom stood there looking down at me and joined in. It felt good to laugh with someone especially after all that rain.
“The manager said there was a dryer next door so why don’t I get your clothes in the dryer while you take a shower. Then we can rest a bit and find someplace to eat in a little while OK,” Tom said as he watched me lying on the bed.
“You don’t have to do that,” I said jumping up off the bed.
“Look its my treat Jamie. Its OK. I really don’t mind. Go on and get in the shower and warm up,”he said as he turned and walked out the door to his truck where I saw him open the passenger side door and grab all my wet clothes along with the wet sopping towel. He then ran through the rain towards the utility room next to our room. I closed the door to the motel room and looked around. I thought a shower would feel really good about now. Lots and lots of hot water would feel really great about now I thought.
I stripped out of my clothes for the second time that day and stood in front of the large mirror which was fastened to the wall over the sink at the back of the room. Damn I was good looking I thought to myself as I reached down and started to scratch my rich thick curly brown pubes. I liked watching myself in the mirror. Oh that felt good as my hand and fingers wandered on to my dick and then my balls. I watched myself in the mirror as I played with my dick and balls and I got about half hard. My balls had started to hang a bit after the cold and they looked good hanging there between my long thin runners legs.
I ran one hand over my chest and played with my nipples first one and then the next making them hard and erect. My dick was sticking out down at its full length of 6 inches. I turned this way and that admiring myself in the mirror. I ran my hand over my abs and brushed across my navel making me gasp with pleasure. I watched myself while I traced the lines of my Apollo’s Belt and then took my hard cock in both hands and squeezed as hard as I could. God that felt that good I thought as I watched my dick become engorged with the trapped blood inside.
I finally let go of my hard cock and turned to walk into the small shower room. It felt good to be walking into the shower room with my hard cock swinging out in front of me and my low hangers swinging between my legs. Life was good I thought. Out of the storm came this room, this man and this night. I opened the glass shower door and reached into the shower and turned on the hot water and let the water run while I turned to the toilet and stood there with my dick sticking out but getting softer by the minute. Finally it was soft enough to pee and I let go a nice long stream into the bowl. I watched as the yellow pee hit the water with a satisfying splashing sound. It felt good to pee and I enjoyed watching the water stream out of my dick head. Amazing that both cum and pee came out of the same place. I shook myself at the end of my piss and thought to myself that felt good!
The bathroom was steaming up and I purposefully let the door open just in case Tom wanted to look in on his return I thought to myself with a chuckle. I stepped into the shower and let that wonderful hot water hit me all over. Oh that felt good after being so cold out in the rain. There was nothing in the world like hot water I thought to myself as I stood under the spray. I got all wet and then took the bar of soap and started washing my arms and pits and chest and abs and then legs and feet and finally finishing up on my ass crack and balls and cock. I could sense that Tom had entered the motel room and could feel him watching me through the glass of the shower door. I couldn’t see him through the glass and all the steam but I could sense that he was there watching me. It didn’t feel creepy or anything but I could definitely feel his presence.
I decided to put on a bit of a show and took a long time deliberately cleaning my dick and balls although they were very clean by this time. I stood right in front of the shower door so Tom would get the full effect of my show! I never realized what an exhibitionist I was. I thought about what it must be like to be an exotic dancer in a gay mens club! It must be such a turn on to know that all those guys out there are looking at your body and loving it with their eyes. I wondered what I would do if Tom suddenly stripped his clothes off and came into the shower and stepped in with me offering to soap my back. Of course I would let him. Oh yes I would let him. I bet that would be heaven letting another man soap you all over.
At last I turned off the water and opened the shower door and looked at Tom standing there outside the door. He did not appear to be upset that I had caught him looking and from where I stood it seemed as if he had a hard on by the bulge in his crotch. I sure hoped that it was a hard on I thought to myself as I looked around to find a towel.
I smiled at him and yelled, “God that felt good Tom. Lots of hot water is what I needed,” as I stepped out onto the bath mat and grabbed one of the small towels from the rack and began to dry myself all over. That was one thing I could never figure out about inexpensive motels was the skimpy little towels they thought were adequate/ The one I was using would hardly even stretch around my waist. I guess they were saving money. I leaned over to dry myself I noticed that my balls were really hanging down now about 3 inches or more and my dick was about 4 inches and slightly hard. I tried to spend a lot of time drying my head and hair so Tom could look at my body free from embarrassment. I wanted him to drink in my youthful manhood and want me as much as I thought I wanted him.
I finally stepped out of the shower room saying, “I think I left enough hot water for you man.” I continued to dry myself as I stopped in front of the mirror turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
“Not bad if I must say so,” I said with a laugh as I tossed my long head of hair.
Tom then began to remove his clothes and I watched as he placed each item of clothing on the chair in the corner of the room. He was down to his old man boxer briefs when he looked up and noticed that I was watching him in the mirror. I was drying my cock and my balls but he could see that my eyes were watching him.
What was Tom thinking I wondered? Was he interested in me? He had a lot of body hair but somehow that did not see to bother me as much as I though it might. I mean he wasn’t overly hairy like an ape or anything but just had a nice covering of hair all over his body. Did he like my smooth hairless body or did he wish that I had some body hair like he did? All these questions and more were running through my head as I watched Tom peel off his briefs and stood there naked in front of me. Oh God I really wanted him to walk over and fall on his knees and tell me how gorgeous I was and how he wanted to suck on my cock and make love to me. I wanted to hear someone say those words to me. I wanted him to worship my youth and my cock and my balls. We watched each other but didn’t do anything that would give the other away. We were like two boxers circling in the ring waiting for the other guy to make his move.
I watched him as he walked over towards the shower room. I thought he looked pretty good. I mean he was not in as great of shape as I was or anything but for an old man he looked pretty good. His stomach was flat and he had some muscles in his arms. His legs were not as long as mine but were nicely shaped and covered with hair. His dick was about 4 inches or so but had obviously been hard recently I thought. His balls were small and not hangers like mine but they looked nice and squeezable. His thighs and pubes were furry and thick and I wondered what it would be like to play in that forest. He had a deep belly button in the middle of his flat stomach.
“You are in pretty good shape for an old guy,” I said with a smile turning away from my reflection in the mirror to face him. I saw him look down at my cock and balls and knew without a doubt in my mind that at that moment he wanted me.
“How old are you anyway,” I asked?
“I was 56 this year how about you?”
“I was 23 last week,” I said. “I decided at my birthday party last week I needed to get out of town for awhile. My girlfriend, Linda, is pressuring me to get married have babies and settle down and I have this best friend, Steve, I hang around with all the time and well I just needed some space and some time to sort things out for myself. I just am not sure what I want and if I want to settle down now. I mean I want kids and all but I need to live a bit first.”
“I think that is a great plan,” Tom said as he walked past me into the shower room and stepped into the shower turning on the water and then stepping into the rush of warm water. He grabbed the bar of soap that I had recently used on my body ran it all over his body as I watched him through the glass as he had watched me. I seemed to be able to feel his energy and vibes as he washed himself clean. As I did for him he put on a little show for me as he washed his dick and his balls and his ass. I enjoyed watching him and thought for an instant about joining him but held off.
OK man I thought to myself this is cut bait or fish time if ever there was one. What the hell does that phrase mean I thought to myself as I walked over to the bed and lay down full length in the middle. I reached my hands down to my crotch and while thinking about Tom and what we could do with each other I made myself erect and hard once again. I gently played with myself and kept myself hard waiting for Tom to finish with his shower and come out into the room. Damn I hope that I have not misjudged him I thought to myself as I lay there keeping myself hard. I tried to be careful not to take myself to far as I didn’t want to spoil our time together by cumming to quickly.
I played with my nipples and made them as hard as possible as well. I wanted to take Tom’s breath away when he came out into the room and saw me lying there on the bed. I heard the shower turn off and then I heard the shower door open and I could hear what sounded like drying sounds coming from the bathroom. I imagined Tom trying to dry off with the ridiculously small motel towels and tried not to laugh as I thought about it.
I heard his steps on the carpet and saw his shadow emerge from the bathroom drying his hair. He had come all the way into the room before he took the towel from his head and looked over to me lying on the bed with my hard cock in my hand and my low hanging balls pooling on the bedspread. I heard him gasp as he looked at me and watched as his eyes ran up and down my long slim trim muscular body. My God I thought to myself what have I done but then he smiled and I knew we were going to make love.
I said, “I would like to pay you back for picking me up today Tom. I have no idea what to do but I want to learn and I really want you to teach me.”
He dropped his towel on the floor and I watched as his eyes grow wide as he watched me playing with my hard dick. I watched in fascination as his dick began to jump around and grow and grow and grow until it was sticking out about 6 inches or so. Just about my size. I liked the look of his hard cock and could not believe that I was finally able to just stare at another’s guys cock as much as I wanted. It felt so good. Why is it that guys are so protective of their cocks especially when they are hard. I would think that a man would be proud of what he had and would like to show it off but that was not the case in our homophobic culture which existed in high school and college.
He walked towards the bed and said, “I have no idea what to do as well Jamie but I think I am finally ready to learn what its like to love a man.”
He reached the side of the bed and stood there with his hard dick straining and stretching out in the air in front of me. God it looked so amazing. I was fascinated just looking at it. I leaned over and reached up with one of my hands and took his hard dick in my fist.
“OH shit,” Tom moaned as the feel of my touch sent electric shocks coursing through both our bodies. I could feel the heat of his shaft as I held his cock in my hand. I looked up and saw a huge smile spreading over his face. How often had I dreamed of Steve smiling like that as I touched his cock and worshiped his manhood. Now I was looking at Tom and it felt so right.
I had never expected that touching a man’s penis would feel this good. Tom stepped back slightly which allowed me room to sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I then reached up with my other hand to touch his balls and begin to massage them. Oh God they felt so incredible. All squishy in their sac of hairy skin. They were so spongy and I could feel little electric shocks as I ran my finger tips across their surface. He must have liked what I was doing as he groaned. I squeezed the shaft of his hard cock at the same time I was squeezing his balls. I could just imagine how good it felt for him. Oh damn this was good. What a way to end this fantastic day. And to believe that this was the very first day of my trip. What could I expect from the rest!
I took my hand off his balls and ran my fingers up and down his hairy legs and across his flat chest. He sucked in his breath as my fingers touched the hair and the skin on his chest and he moaned again and again. I found all the hair on his body very exciting to touch which surprised me. It felt so different from touching my hairless skin. I could get used to this I thought and obviously Tom was getting quite used to it from the looks on his face and the size of his cock!
His cock was hot to the touch and it was hard and yet soft as well. I could see the blue veins running under the skin. My veins were much more pronounced and were kind of raised. Tom’s were so different that mine of Steve’s but that did not stop me from enjoying my time with his cock. Maybe it was the difference between being 23 and being 56 I thought as I looked at his cock. I briefly thought how I wished it was Steve here in the room with me but that thought vanished from my brain as I concentrated on loving my benefactor and protector who had saved me from the cold and the rain. I wanted to give Tom the best sex I could possible give him and in return I wanted the same from him.
“Damn man I have wanted to touch another guy for so long. I can’t believe how good your cock feels. It is so soft but so hard at the same time and it feels so hot. My friend Steve has this incredible cock and I have been so in love with him for such a long time. I think he knows but I am just not sure. Can I kiss your cock,” I asked?
“Oh yeah Jamie you can kiss it and you can do whatever you like with it. Oh lord this feels good,” Tom moaned as I leaned forward and began to kiss the shaft of his cock finally taking the head into my mouth and running my coarse tongue all over its sensitive surface bringing groans and moans to his lips as he thrust his hips forward shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. The feeling as his cock slid into my mouth between my lips was indescribable. I liked how it felt with my lips pressed tightly against the surface of his penis. I concentrated on making sure my teeth did not scrape the sensitive surface of Tom’s penis. At one point I thought I might gag as Tom pushed his cock into my waiting mouth but then the feeling passed and I let his cock slide all the way to the rear of my throat. My nose was pressed against his pubic hairs and he smelled like soap and hot water.
I played with his balls as I moved my mouth to the tip of his cock and began to lick around the lip of the tip and across the surface of the head and tried to dart my tongue into his piss slit which made him groan again. I think I could get into this cock sucking business I thought to myself. I found myself enjoying this sex much more than I had ever enjoyed sex with Linda. With her it was just slam, bam thank you mam. I tried my best to be a good lover with her but it just seemed like work and not really like pleasure. I hated myself for thinking like that but I just could not help what I felt inside. Tom let me suck on his cock for a bit and I knew he felt as if he would explode from the pleasure I was giving him.
But finally he said, “STOP!” He pulled away with a pained expression on his face.
“Did I hurt you man?”
“No you didn’t hurt me I just want it to last and if you keep that up I am going to explode,” Tom said gasping for breath. His chest was heaving but he was smiling.
I let go of him and he stepped back and at the same time he kneeled down in front of me. He spread my legs apart before him as he kneeled on the floor in front of me. My cock was standing straight up begging for some attention from him. My cock was so hard it looked as if it could burst at the seams. Oh shit I thought a man was finally worshiping at the altar of my man love. he was kneeling down in front of MY COCK! From the look in his eyes Tom looked glad to be a disciple of my cock. Tom would finally know what it was like to taste a man’s essence and drink a mans cum. Tom reached his hands forward and ran them up the surface of my hard smooth thighs towards my waiting cock. I shivered with delight as he made his way closer to the prize. I had wanted this for so long and now it was happening.
“Lay back and let me work on you,” Tom said.
I lay back on the bed giving Tom a great view of my stupendous body. My dick was still pointing towards the ceiling and my balls were pooling on the bedspread and hanging over the edge of the bed waiting to be kissed and sucked. He ran his finger tips all around my pubes and across my thighs. I had no idea it would feel so good and I moaned and clenched my butt muscles tightly together as I forced my groin up into the air. Tom reached around the base of my cock and he squeezed his fist tight around the base and then pulled my hard erect cock down towards the floor. Oh shit that felt so incredible as my cock was stretched as he bent it forward and then he pulled on it in a kind of milking motion drawing some precum out of my cock head. He took his other hand and rubbed the precum very gently with great care over the surface of my cock head forcing me to groan and twist with delight as I felt things I had only imagined before.
“OH MAN,” I yelled as Tom ran his fingers over and over the surface of my cock head giving me pleasure I had only dreamed about in my jack off sessions at home alone on my bed. Tom continued to squeeze my dick and pull on it and I produced huge amounts of precum which served as a wonderful lubricant for his hands as they stroked and rubbed all over my hard dick.
Oh god this felt good I thought as Tom worked on my dick. I squirmed and thrashed on the bed in front of him begging him to rub harder and to squeeze harder and to make me feel good.
“OH TOM PLEASE DON”T EVER STOP,” I begged.
“I have been wanting to feel like this for my whole life. Oh shit man it is so good,” I sobbed as Tom continued to work on my cock showing me no mercy and obviously enjoying every moment of his work. Oh shit he was made to do this work I thought. God I was enjoying myself and I knew Tom was enjoying himself as well from the look on his face. He might be a virgin like me but he knew just what to do with my cock to give me so much pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.
This was the best sex I had ever had as Tom continued to stroke my hard cock. He then leaned down to kiss my egg like balls nestled in their individual balls sacs. He kissed one and then the other finally taking one in his mouth and then the other and then both of them forcing a deep strange and guttural cry to escape from my throat. I had never made a sound like that before I thought to myself. Was that me? No one had ever sucked on my balls before and the feelings I was experiencing were so intense as he squeezed on my nuts with his lips and tongue. Linda certainly never had even thought about doing this to me. He sucked harder on my balls enjoying making me squirm and scream with passion and delight. God it was wonderful to truly be loved by another man. Shit how could a woman ever even imagine what a man needed and truly wanted. I wanted to have my cock and his balls worshiped and that is what Tom was doing for me right now.
He then let my balls fall out of his mouth and I gasped as they hit the cold air and left the warm and wet confines of his mouth. My stomach muscles were heaving and I was breathing heavily as he continued to stroke my hard cock with his hand. He then took both his hands and started to stroke my cock.
“OH MAN THAT IS SO GOOD,” I sobbed. No one had ever stroked me with two hands before and the feelings were so intense. It was like double the pleasure double the fun. I was loving every moment of this and wanted it to go on forever. I thought what God had placed Tom in his truck on the road at the very time that I needed a warm dry place so badly? What a gift from God this was! What a generous God it was.
He finally leaned forward and while holding my hard cock in both his hands he kissed the tip of my cock gently at first and then began to run his tongue all over the sensitive surface and around the lip of my cock head as I had done to him a few moments before. I screamed and bucked as he began to lick and kiss the tip harder and faster. Oh shit this was good at the same time it hurt but not a bad hurt but a great hurt. I wanted to get away but at the same time I wanted to stay and I wanted him to do it harder and to push me over the edge if possible. So many conflicting emotions and thoughts were going through my brain. He then started to release my cock as he pushed forward with his mouth on my shaft taking it completely into his mouth. The feelings as his lips traveled down the surface of my hard shaft were amazing. I pushed my hips up trying to push my cock farther into his mouth as Tom took as much of it as he could. He was trying to go slow and I was trying to go faster but finally the shaft slid all the way into his mouth past those marvelous lips finally ending up in the back of Tom‘s throat. I could feel his nose pressed against my pubes. What did I smell of I thought. Was he enjoying my manly smell? I probably smelled like soap and water and I hoped that he was enjoying my manly perfume!
Tom pulled his mouth back to the lip of the tip of my penis and then he pushed forward again and then withdrew and then back again and again and again. He sucked on my cock. Oh Lord did he suck on my cock. I fucked his face with powerful thrust of my hips. I was good at that and had lots of practice over the years. I was strong and I was good! I reached out my hands and rested them lightly on either side of Toms head as I continued to raise my hips and my dick into his mouth and then out and then in and then out. Oh shit I was groaning like I had never before groaned with the delight of a magical experience of a perfect blow job. I tried not to force his head but just lightly rested my hands to guide Tom in his ministrations to my cock. I hoped that Tom could feel the energy of my love for him!
God I wanted to cum in the worst possible way. My whole body felt as if it was going to explode with cum. My cock was engorged and my balls wanted to empty their load all over my chest or in Toms mouth. I had never felt so full of cum before. My whole groin area was tingling with the expectation of my release. I wanted to scream as I experienced the delight of a sexual experience like none other that I had ever had before. Tom had already taken me to heights of love that were new to me and now I just needed release. Tom pulled off my cock which was so hard and red and slimy and wet and beautiful as it stood there in front of us quivering and pulsing and waiting for Tom to make me cum.
Tom then took the base of the shaft of my cock in his fingers making a tight ring around the shaft as tight as he could squeeze. I watched in fascination as the shaft grew and turned a slight shade of reddish blue with the trapped blood inside. I could see the veins running up and down my shaft pulsing with blood. With his other hand he began to stroke my shaft up and down and on each up swing he rubbed hard across the tender surface of the tip with the palm of his hand. He started out slow and deliberate and then he slowly increased the tempo until I could see sweat pouring off his forehead with the exertion as his hand flew over the surface of my cock. It was hard work making love to another mans cock!
I was tossing my head from side to side and my hands were clenched and white as I moaned and screamed with pleasure and pain. I could feel drool was coming out of my mouth and my eyes had rolled back into their sockets as he pounded on my cock rubbing the tip with the palm of his hand over and over. Tom was taking me to the very edge of sexual pleasure and that very thin fine line between pain and pleasure. Nothing I had ever experience with a woman or my own hand had ever reached this level of sexual pleasure.
I could sense that I was ready to shoot my load and I knew that my low hangers were about to contract as they released their load of creamy white jizz all over my chest. I could feel Tom release the pressure of his fist around the base of my cock and knew that once he did that there would be no turning back. I hoped that Tom was ready for the amount of cum that I could produce. Tom started to just beat the shaft up and down.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHH IIIIIIIMMMMMCCCCUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGG,” I heard myself cry as I felt the first spurt of cum racing up through my shaft and come out my piss slit into the air twirling and spinning as it flew through the air landing onto my chest hitting my left nipple. It felt warm on my chest and I could feel the release deep inside my balls but also could feel more pressure in my balls. Rope after rope of precious jizz poured out of my cock head amazing even me! What was Tom thinking as he beat my cock over and over again. Jesus how much cum did I have I wondered after he had squeezed out 7 huge loads of cum. I finally stopped at 9 shots of cum and I looked down to see my chest completely covered with white sticky cum. What a gorgeous sight that was for my eyes. Oh shit another man had finally made me cum! I had finally done it! It felt so good to not be a virgin any longer. I wanted to shout it out to the whole world! Jamie is not a virgin! Jamie is gay! Jamie just had the best sex he had ever had!
Tom continued to slowly stroke and squeeze my shaft bringing drop after drop of white cum out the slit. His waiting tongue sopped up each drop until he had squeezed out every last precious drop. I knew that it would taste salty and musky and sort of sweet and hoped that it was not unpleasant for Tom. I looked down at my heaving chest as I lay there completely exhausted and I noticed that some of my cum was pure white and some was clear. I saw Tom look at his hand which was covered with dripping cum and he brought it to his mouth where he licked it as clean as he could. Tom then stood up and he kneeled down beside me on the bed. I reached up and ran my hand across his hairy chest and smiled at him as he leaned over and started to lick and drink each drop of cum off my abs and chest and nipples. He saved a huge glob for last and took it in his mouth and then leaned over to my face and my waiting lips.
He leaned down to my waiting mouth and our lips met and my tongue eagerly accepted his gift of my precious cum. I drank my own cum eagerly as we kissed and our tongues explored each others mouths. I had only imagined what it would be like to kiss another man and kissing Tom was so much better than kissing Linda.. He really seemed to like kissing me. I reached my arms around his body and stroked his back as we pressed tightly together in our embrace. His hairy body met my smooth body in a tight embrace. Oh shit I wanted this to go on forever. How long can one kiss another person I wondered to myself? Our bodies were pressed tight and close and I could feel his warmth as we kissed and just enjoyed the love of two men together. Finally we broke apart and we looked at each other deeply for a long time.
I felt as if I could enter into his eyes and just stay there for ever. Toms eyes were like pools and his smile and his face were so protective and so loving. I had never experienced a feeling like this before. I had thought I loved Linda but when I looked at her it was nothing like this feeling that I was having at this moment. Would it always be like this with Tom? Was it only because it was our first time? I hoped not. he was my protector and my lover. Yes I could say it he was my lover!
“That was awesome,” I told Tom as we continued to smiled at each other.
“It was pretty awesome for me as well Jamie!” he replied.
“I think I may have found what I was searching for,” I said to him as I stroked his face with my finger tips, “and I think I may have found my traveling partner if you will have me.”
“Oh yeah I think I will keep you around,” Tom laughed as I felt my hand reaching for his hard dripping cock.....
The Hitchhiker - Mirror Image
Chapter One
I felt so free. Here I was 23 years old last week and I was on the road at last. It seemed like I had wanted to break free for so long but everything in my life seemed to always pull me back. I was on my own with just my backpack by my side and the clothes on my back. Yeah I did have $200 in cash in my wallet and I did have a credit card in my pocket but I was going to see where life took me for a little while at least.
Most people would think I had a great life and I admit I did. I was great looking with long brown hair. I was in shape and I had a great girlfriend who liked to fuck and said I was a great lover. My dick could be a bit bigger but it was OK and little Jamie had never let me down all through high school and college. It was 6 inches fully erect and usually was about 3-4 inches soft. Lots of guys in school were bigger but it looked OK to me.
I thought my balls were pretty cool and when they were hanging they were real low riders. I knew the other guys in high school, college and at the gym had checked me out in the showers when the water was hot and my balls were hanging down about 3 inches. I loved to soap them up in the shower and feel each one in their own little sac. God that felt good. They would swing back and forth as I walked and I knew they looked good! My bush was nice and thick. Real curly brown hair and I liked to lie in bed and just run my fingers through the forest of hair prior to jerking off sometimes. I liked the little trail of hairs that ran up to my belly button which was one of those that stuck out instead of in. When I ran my finger tips lightly across it I could feel this kind of electric shock in my groin sometimes. I had a hard stomach with a true eight pack that was the envy of lots of guys at the gym. My nipples were nice and usually stuck out in the middle of my dime sized aureoles. I really had no body hair to speak of and I thought I looked pretty damned good if I said so myself.
I could even feel myself getting hard just thinking about how good I looked. I don’t think it was conceit at all it was just fact.
I had a great business going with my best friend Steve. So why was I out here on the road with my thumb stuck out trying to get a ride? Lots of reasons I supposed but mostly I had to find out some answers and I knew that I would never find out if I stayed around my home in Charlotte North Carolina. My girlfriend Linda was pressuring me to get married and settle down and have some kids. I felt like I wanted to do that at some point but there was something else I needed to do before I was ready to do the whole marriage thing.
After finishing college with a degree in business my best friend Steve and I had started a landscape business and we were doing quite well. We had lots of very good customers mostly in the Myers Park area of Charlotte and we had 6 different crews out there and 18 people working for us full time. So what was my problem? Oh shit. I thought I might be in love with Steve and I wanted to have sex with him in the worst way but I just didn’t know how to tell him. I even thought he might even be gay but I was so afraid to say anything for fear it would ruin our friendship and our business. How did you tell your best friend you wanted to suck on his cock?
Steve and I had know each other since his family had moved to Charlotte in while we were in high school. We hung out together and played soccer together and were co-captains in our senior year. We ran cross country together and still loved to hit the road to jog around the city a few times a week. We dated chicks together all through high school and we had both discovered sex with girls out senior year after we had both turned 18. The we went to college together and had even roomed together. We had certainly seen each other naked enough times and had hugged each other and loved each other in a manly athletic sort of way. But that was where it ended.
I thought Steve was gorgeous. His hair was jet black and short where mine was brown and long. His eyes were this deep deep black that were surrounded with these incredible long and very sexy eye lashes. I could look into those eyes forever it seemed. His mouth was incredible and his lips were puffy and his teeth were pearly white. He had this huge goofy smile with two big dimples on each side of his mouth that I had loved since that first time he had walked into our class so many years ago.
His body was - well his body was incredible. He looked liked a model and was as in shape as I was. In fact we both were in shape but I think he was more in shape than I was. I loved to look at the dark black hair in his pits whenever we worked out together and his nipples were much larger than mine. Like me he also had a true eight pack and we both had these incredible lines going down to our crotches. Now what were they called I thought as I stood there by the side of the road watching cars pass me by with my thumb stuck out. Oh yeah I had heard someone call them an Apollo’s Belt. Now that was a sexy word I thought and an Apollo’s Belt was definitely sexy on a guy. In fact just thinking about Steve’s Apollo’s belt made my dick stir in my pants and I could feel it getting hard. Steve had a deep navel and almost no body hair even on his legs. His pubes were small, thick, black and curly but they were limited to a small triangle above his perfect dick.
Oh how I had fantasized about his cock. At the same time hating myself for even thinking about it that way but not being able to help myself. His cock never seemed to be smaller than 5 inches soft and it hung so beautifully between his legs. Steve was not afraid to show his naked body off and often we had walked around our dorm room without clothes or very little clothes. Unfortunately since we had left college the only chances I had to see him naked were when we worked out a few times a week at the local gym we both belonged to back in Charlotte. I few times I had even seen him pee hard in the morning as he jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom with his hard cock sticking out in front of him. His dick was at least 8 inches long and was perfectly formed with these large distinct veins running up and down the shaft. The head was huge or at least seemed huge to me and he had these big meaty balls that were not low hangers but were quite nice to look at. All in all Steve was gorgeous and he was hot!
But we had never crossed that line into sex with each other. I wanted to know what it was like to kiss a man and to touch a mans cock and give a guy a blow job. I found myself fascinated my men and their cocks and took every chance I could get while at the gym to sneak a peek at anyone who was naked in the locker rooms. I had to be so careful not to be obvious or let myself get hard while I was looking at the other guys.
Linda didn’t like to suck on my cock although every once in a great while she might kiss it for a few moments. She didn’t even like to touch it except when she would help me guide it into her vagina while we were fucking. But that wasn’t enough for me. I just couldn’t get her to understand my need for her to love my cock and balls although I used every suggestion I could think about.
The trouble with being gay in a such a straight world like mine was there was no one you could talk to about your feelings. I mean who could I go to and say hey I think I am gay and I want to touch your cock! You were alone out there all by yourself. If you came out or even let anyone know what you were thinking it would be immediate death to everything that you knew. Your whole world would come crashing down around you and you might as well be dead I thought. All the guys I knew would drop you as a friend immediately and the girls and your family well you could kiss all that goodbye. It was lonely and I was tired of feeling this way. Sometimes I would just lay on my bed when I got home and cry. I hated to admit it even to myself but I had even thought about killing myself occasionally. I felt so empty inside and just wanted to hug a guy and know what it was like just once I thought. maybe I would hate it and realize that I was straight after all but how could I know unless I tried. Sometimes life was just a bitch.
Sometimes I even hated myself for even thinking like this. I mean what was this all about? I had everything anyone ever wanted. A great family, a gorgeous sexy girlfriend and a best bud and I wanted to ruin it by touching his cock. Damn I thought how stupid could I be! But no matter how hard I tried I could not get the thoughts out of my mind. I had tried all during high school and college to erase my thoughts from my mind but nothing seemed to work. Sometimes I could go for days or weeks without thinking about it and then the sight of someone’s cock, or the slight glimpse of a guys underarm hair or even the smell of a crotch in the gym would send me over the edge.
About 6 months ago I had even gotten up the nerve to go into a news shop on the other side of town and look at some gay mens magazines in the back of the store. I could not believe how aroused I got looking at these guys in the magazines. I was so afraid I would get caught by someone I knew. I was sweating the whole time. My mind tried to tell me not to look at the pictures but my dick was telling me otherwise. I had never seen guys with hard-ons except for those few times with Steve and I was amazed at all the different shapes and sizes. And some of them were uncut which was fascinating to me as everyone I knew had been circumcised. While flipping through one of the magazines I saw a letter to the editor about a place called Just Us Boys on the Internet and I memorized the web address.
When I got home that evening I went to my computer and pulled up the JUB web site and signed on to the site. Oh my God I could not believe what I had found. They asked me to put stuff in my profile but I was scared shit-less and left it all blank. I wandered around the site reading stories, posts and looking at so many photos of different cocks and balls and oh shit the site was incredible. I blew a load without even touching my cock and then beat off about 5 times before I fell into bed exhausted and tired.
Here was a world I had only imagined before. Here were guys I had only thought about before but never knew were real. Here were real guys who were proud to be gay and offered up their advice to lots of guys who wrote in asking about this or that problem they were having. But I was to sacred to post anything for fear someone would trace it back to me and expose my life as a queer. Oh shit what was I going to do?
Life sucked sometimes. Everyone thought you had everything together and life was perfect while inside you were dying. I needed to get out of town and see if I could get laid and at least know what it was all about. Maybe it was just a phase and maybe I wasn’t really gay but I had to know one way or the other before I committed to Linda. So at my birthday party the week before I had told Linda and Steve and everyone about my plans to hit the road for at least 2 months. I said I needed to see the country on my own and they bought it. It would be our slow time at work so Steve and Linda both encouraged me to go and they both wished me well. Steve and Linda even dropped me off by the interstate where I kissed her good bye and hugged Steve tightly and then caught my first ride.
A family picked me up right away and that was 4 rides ago. Now I was out in the middle of nowhere and it looked like it was about to rain. Oh shit it was getting colder too and I felt the first raindrops hit me on the head. Then all of a sudden the skies opened up and it was like being in a huge shower. I was soaked through and through and everything was wet even my boxer shorts. Water was running into my boots and I sloshed as I walked. OH Shit. I remember seeing an underpass up ahead so I started to walk in that direction.
I saw a truck pull off the road and park under the bridge while I was walking. The rain obscured everything in sight but I could make out the taillights in the distance. Maybe they would have room to give me a ride. I was cold and I was wet and I was starting to shiver all over. If I did not get some help I thought I could get hypothermia. Oh shit! My first day on the road and I was about to die out here!
I walked for what seemed to be ages in the pouring rain getting more and more soaked with every passing moment. I finally reached the overpass and as I walked under the edge of the bridge above me and the rain stopped beating on me it felt so good to be out of the rain for a minute. There was the truck in front of me. The windows were fogged up so I could not see who was inside. What would they think of me? Would they call the cops? Would they be friendly? Would they beat the shit out of me rob me and leave me by the side of the road? All these thoughts were running through my brain as I looked at the truck and got up the courage to walk up to the passenger side door and knock on the window.
I could see a shadow of a man inside the truck. Just one guy so that was cool. Unless he had a gun or a knife I could probably handle him I thought. Shit why was I even thinking that? There looked like there would be plenty of room for me if he would just let me in. I was cold and I was wet and I wanted to cry but I knew I couldn’t do that! I knocked on the window and watched as the man looked over at me with a surprised look on his face. The window started to come down and I could hear music drifting out from the warmth of the cab.
I must have looked a sight standing there wet in the rain but he smiled at me. He was older maybe about 50 or so I could never tell with older guys. His hair was short but not marine like or anything. He had nice eyes which crinkled up when he smiled at me. He looked friendly and not at all hostile or like a serial killer! That was a good sign I thought.
“I wonder if I could maybe get I ride with you sir if that would be OK,” I said stammering with cold.
“Sure”, he replied “jump in”.
“Wow thanks man that is so cool let me shake some of this water off before I get in.”I stood there outside the truck jumping up and down to shake some of the water off. Finally I reached for the door handle and opened the door to the truck and picked up my pack and pushed it in front of me and then jumped in after. Oh shit it felt warm inside the truck. I pressed the window button and rolled it up and then looked over at the man.
I looked him over and thought what was going through his mind as he looked at this wet kid sitting in his truck dripping water everywhere. He was quite nice looking as I looked him over. he seemed gentle enough. He had blond hair, blue eyes and a really nice smile. He looked to be in good shape for an older guy but I couldn’t really tell as he was wearing this pullover fleece jacket. His hands looked nice and they looked like he was used to doing physical work. They didn’t look like soft hands at all. Someone upstairs was looking down on me I thought as I felt the warmth of the cab rush over me.
“Oh Jesus I am cold,”I told him at last. “This rain just came up out of nowhere and I never thought I would get a ride. You are an angle man. A true angle.” I was shivering and shaking with cold and wet as I sat there.
He then reached over and turned up the heater to high. “You have to get out of those wet clothes before you freeze. What is your name? Mine is Tom.”
“ Jamie.” I replied as I saw him reach out his hand. I reached out mine as well and grasped his hand in a firm handshake that sent shivers up and down my spine. His hand was covered with district veins running across their surface and his fingers and palm were calloused and felt strong to my touch.
“Have you got some dry clothes in your pack,” he asked.
“Yeah if they didn’t get wet in all the rain,”I replied.
I leaned over and unzipped my pack and started rummaging around inside. Everything appeared to be dry and I started pulling out my extra set of boxers, a shirt, some socks, a pair of old running shoes and a pair of jeans. I laid all theses items on the seat between us.
“I have a towel behind the seat,” he said as I saw him reach behind my seat and pull out a large fluffy towel. “Come on let’s get these wet clothes off you Jamie” he said.
I began to unbutton and take off my jacket and he reached over to help me take it off and then he folded it and placed it on the floor. I then leaned down and unlaced my sopping wet shoes and I peeled them off and then took off my wet socks. damn they were soaked through and through.
“That heat feels good,” I said as I wiggled my toes under the heat blowing out from under the dash. Oh that heat felt good on my feet. I looked at my feet for a minute admiring their long arch and my long beautifully formed toes. I reached down and rubbed my feet and toes to get the circulation running again and it felt good. I was so lucky Tom had decided to park under this bridge. I thought what would I have done if he hadn’t?
I then unbuttoned my flannel plaid shirt which was soaked as well and pulled it up and out of my pants. Tom reached over and helped me pull it off as he saw me struggling to get it off my arms. He folded the wet shirt and placed it on top of the growing pile of other wet clothing on the floor of the truck. I then pulled my undershirt off over my head and felt the warm hair hit my naked body. I wondered if he was looking at me and what he thought? Of course he was looking at me but what was he thinking? Would anything happen between us? Was he sent to help me with my questions about my sexual identity? I looked down at my chest and noticed that my nipples were hard and erect and that my body was covered with goose bumps and I was shivering with cold but starting to enjoy the warmth of the cab.
I handed him my wet undershirt which he placed on the pile of clothes. He was watching me intently but I could not read his expression. What was it saying if anything? I was just a newbie I thought. Jesus what should I do? Just wait and see what happens a small voice said inside my head. Thank God I listened to that little voice.
Now came the hard part. I had to look completely natural as I took off my pants. There was no way around that fact. I had to take everything off if I was going to dry off and change my clothes. He didn’t seem bothered at all by a young 23 year old man undressing in the cab of his truck so I thought why should I care. Let him see me. I wanted him to see me and get the full view of my beautiful body.
I reached down and undid my belt buckle and then unsnapped the top button on my jeans. I zipped down my zipper and the sound seemed so loud to me like I had never before heard the sound of an unzipping zipper. It sounded like music to my ears. Shit was I dreaming or was this real?
I had a hard time pulling down my wet pants off my long legs in the confines of the truck cab. I had to sort of contort my body to get them off and as they were wet they stuck to my skin. I finally succeeded and deposited my pants on the growing pile of very wet clothes on the floor of the truck between us. I was wearing my plaid boxer shorts which were completely soaked through as well. I had never been this wet before in my whole life. My entire body was covered with goose bumps and I was still shivering and shaking with the cold and wet as I reached under the waistband of my shorts and lifted up my hips slightly and pressed my feet against the carpet on the floor so I could pull my boxers off.
I slid them off my waist and down across my legs and then off my feet and tossed them onto of the pile of clothes. Damn here I was completely naked in a strange mans truck. Even though I was cold and shivering I still knew I looked good. My legs were long and muscular and I was in shape. How could anyone not be attracted to this I thought as I looked at my crotch? Oh shit my dick and balls were shriveled up to the size of pea’s with all the cold and wet! My dick was about 2 inches long and my balls were small and tight. My pubes were wet but still thick and full. I glanced over at Tom and saw that his eyes were fixed on my crotch and the look in his eyes indicated he was not at all upset by what he saw. It felt good to be on display for him. I felt like a model and wondered what Tom was thinking at this moment? Shit how could he not like my package. I was young! I was - well I wasn’t hung exactly but I was full of cum I thought as I sat there smiling to myself.
Tom handed me the towel which I used to rub my skin and to dry the rain off my body. The thick warm towel felt so good on my skin. It was thick and fluffy and was absorbing the rain water from my legs and chest. I took my time drying my legs so as to give Tom the full view of my youthful body. I rubbed my upper thighs and I felt a glow emanating from my body as I became warm and dry at the same time. I was lost in my own little world while I dried myself knowing that Tom was looking at me. This was exciting. I hoped that this was real and not a dream but if it was to be a dream that would be OK as well.
I finally finished with my legs and feet and then lifted my butt up off the seat and scooted the towel underneath me to dry my ass and the underpart of my legs. I laughed as I had to contort my body to accomplish this task. It was fascinating knowing that Tom was watching me. I sort of liked being an exhibitionist. I finally withdrew the towel from under my butt and I leaned forward in the seat.
“Would you mind helping me with my back Tom,” I said?
“No problem,” he replied reaching for the wet towel and leaning over to rub my back dry.
“Oh damn that feels good,” I said as he finished up my back. I had never let anyone dry me with a towel before and it felt good to have someone do that. I think I could get used to this I thought as the towel rubbed all over my back and down towards my ass as I leaned as far forward as I could in the confines of the truck cab.
“Lean over and I’ll dry your head,” Tom said.
I did as he asked and leaned my head towards him. He took the towel in both hands and rubbed my hair and my head. Damn this felt good as he shook my head back and forth between his hands. He seemed to spend what seemed to be a long time making sure my hair got as dry as the now wet towel could make it.
It felt so natural and so good to have this stranger drying my head in the front seat of his truck. Damn what would happen if someone pulled over and saw us now? What would they think? What if it was a cop thinking we were broken down or something? Would they arrest us? The rain was coming down harder if that was possible and the cab of the truck was steamy and warm and felt warm and cosy. The windows were fogged up and I was content. Life was good!
“Oh shit man that feels so good,” I said as I dried off the last of the wet from my body with the towel I had taken from his hands moments before. “I don’t think I have never been that wet before. I didn’t know anyone could be that wet,” I said with a laugh. “My boxers were completely soaked and my boots had filled with water. I am so lucky I saw you stopped under this bridge. I am not sure if I could have survived out here in this cold and rain for a very long time if you hadn’t let me in. I will never be able to repay you Tom.”
“Hey I was glad I was here for you man. I don’t want anything from you at all. Just want you to get warm and dry, he said!” We were looking at each other closely as we talked.
I continued to sit there with the wet towel on my lap covering my crotch. I wasn’t sure if I would spring a boner and I didn’t want to take the chance of scaring Tom off at this point in our journey. I needed a ride more than I needed sex at the moment and I didn’t want to take the chance on him throwing me out of his truck back into the torrential rain outside.
“Who is that playing on the stereo,” I asked?
“Oh that’s Ben Harper and the Blind Boys of Alabama. I love this CD,” he said as he reached for the jewel case and handed it to me.
I looked at the cover and read the liner notes for a few moments. “This is fantastic I hadn’t heard this before”, I said handing the case back.
“I think I am finally warmed up. I guess I had better put these clothes on,” I said at last.
“Whatever”, he said. “Just make sure you are all dry before you put them on”.
I reached for my socks and started to put on the warm, dry clothes I had taken out of my backpack. I hated to put clothes on but didn’t really know how to not do it. I pulled on my boxer shorts and then my jeans and then my shirt but no undershirt this time. I ran my hands through my hair which seemed pretty dry by now and said, “Oh that is much better.”
“How far are you headed,” I asked?
“All the way to California,” he replied. “How about you?”
“Well I am not sure,” I said with a grin. “I just decided last week to see the world so I am off with no schedule.”
“Well you are welcome to ride along with me as long as you want to,” Tom said and I thought I detected a sound of hope in his voice.
“That’s cool man thanks.”
It was still raining pretty hard but had slacked off some so he put the truck in gear and headed out onto the road. He told me that he was single and had never been married and that he had just retired from a job that he had held for 34 years as the property manager for a large resort hotel. He liked to fix things and loved his job but a new company had just bought the hotel and he just didn’t like the way they did business. So he decided to retire and just hit the road and explore the country for awhile and visit from friends in California. I liked the sound of his voice and he had a nice quiet kind of laugh and a terrific smile that was infectious.
We road in silence listening to the music and watching the rain and the road. I noticed that his knuckles were white from holding the steering wheel tightly as he tried to keep his truck on the road and away from the big trucks and other cars barreling past us in the rain. I changed CD’s from time to time going through his selection one at a time. He had some great stuff, Allison Krause, Van Morrison, Casey Chambers, The Waifs, Joe Cocker, Tom Petty, Rufus Wainwright, Gillian Welch, Doc Watson, Mavis Staples, Eric Clapton, Steve Forbert, Leon Russell, Bob Dylan, The Skillet Lickers and lots more. We talked about music and musicians and seemed to have pretty close tastes which amazed both of us because of the difference in our ages. He seemed pretty cool for an old guy I thought. We laughed and talked and rode along in peace through the incredible storm blowing around us outside. It was nice to find someone who didn’t need to be talking all the time. The day seemed to fly by and when I looked at the clock on the dashboard it was about 5 PM.
“Look Jamie I need to stop at a motel for the night and get something to eat and some rest. I am glad to have you share a room with me. It will be my treat. If you want to do that I mean.”
“Oh wow that would be so cool Tom,” I replied.
There was an exit up ahead and Tom pulled the truck off the interstate and drove down the road looking for a motel. It was still raining pretty hard and we could see lots of no vacancy signs as we passed motel after motel. Finally at the end of the row he pulled into the last motel we saw and drove up to the front door. Lucky for him there was a covering in front of the door and he pulled the truck up under it and out of the rain.
“I’ll just be a moment and see what they have available. Looks like they are all pretty packed with this rain and all,” he said as he exited the truck and made his way inside the office.
I sat in the truck and watched him go up to the counter and speak to an old man behind the desk who appeared to be very friendly and talkative. The old man peered out the motel office window and looked at me in the truck and I smiled back at him. What would he think? Could he read my mind? Did he suspect that I was gay? That was not possible I thought. Tom looked liked a nice guy and although I had never been attracted to an old guy like him perhaps we could get something going if he was game. In fact I had never really ever talked with any older people except for my parents, coaches and teachers. I just hung out with guys my own age. I never even noticed older guys. They weren’t even on my radar screen I thought as I watched Tom take out his wallet and give the man a credit card.
That was a good sign I figured. At least there was a room available in all this rain. He was certainly nice to offer me a ride all the way to California and to pay for my motel room. I would just see how it went. No commitments or promises at this point I thought. After all it is my first day out on the road. I saw the old man give Tom a key and then Tom turned and came back out the door and got into the truck.
He looked at me and said, “Well Jamie we are in luck. They had one room left but it only has one double bed. I hope that you don’t mind?”
“Nah, that won’t bother me,” I said with a laugh! “I just hope you don’t snore to much or hog all the covers!”
“Well I guess we will find out tonight!” he laughed as he put the truck in gear and drove down the line of cars to our room at the very end of the lot. We jumped out in the rain. I grabbed my pack and ran to the motel room door as Tom rushed around to the rear of his truck and lifted up the bed lid and pulled his pack out of the back and joined me in front of the door. he shook the rain off as he put the key in the door lock and opened it and we both ran into the room with our stuff laughing at each other as we piled into the room.
The room was wonderfully clean and warm. Nothing fancy. One of those rare finds on the road. A regulation double bed and a small TV in the corner with a dresser and mirror on one wall. One comfortable chair near the bed in the front corner. I could see a small bathroom with a commode and shower to the rear with a sink and mirror outside in the room. I walked over to the bed and turned and just flopped down on the bed spread eagled with my arms hung out over the sides of the bed bouncing up and down. It felt good to be in the room. Shit I almost filled up the bed myself. This might get interesting I thought to myself. I just started laughing and Tom stood there looking down at me and joined in. It felt good to laugh with someone especially after all that rain.
“The manager said there was a dryer next door so why don’t I get your clothes in the dryer while you take a shower. Then we can rest a bit and find someplace to eat in a little while OK,” Tom said as he watched me lying on the bed.
“You don’t have to do that,” I said jumping up off the bed.
“Look its my treat Jamie. Its OK. I really don’t mind. Go on and get in the shower and warm up,”he said as he turned and walked out the door to his truck where I saw him open the passenger side door and grab all my wet clothes along with the wet sopping towel. He then ran through the rain towards the utility room next to our room. I closed the door to the motel room and looked around. I thought a shower would feel really good about now. Lots and lots of hot water would feel really great about now I thought.
I stripped out of my clothes for the second time that day and stood in front of the large mirror which was fastened to the wall over the sink at the back of the room. Damn I was good looking I thought to myself as I reached down and started to scratch my rich thick curly brown pubes. I liked watching myself in the mirror. Oh that felt good as my hand and fingers wandered on to my dick and then my balls. I watched myself in the mirror as I played with my dick and balls and I got about half hard. My balls had started to hang a bit after the cold and they looked good hanging there between my long thin runners legs.
I ran one hand over my chest and played with my nipples first one and then the next making them hard and erect. My dick was sticking out down at its full length of 6 inches. I turned this way and that admiring myself in the mirror. I ran my hand over my abs and brushed across my navel making me gasp with pleasure. I watched myself while I traced the lines of my Apollo’s Belt and then took my hard cock in both hands and squeezed as hard as I could. God that felt that good I thought as I watched my dick become engorged with the trapped blood inside.
I finally let go of my hard cock and turned to walk into the small shower room. It felt good to be walking into the shower room with my hard cock swinging out in front of me and my low hangers swinging between my legs. Life was good I thought. Out of the storm came this room, this man and this night. I opened the glass shower door and reached into the shower and turned on the hot water and let the water run while I turned to the toilet and stood there with my dick sticking out but getting softer by the minute. Finally it was soft enough to pee and I let go a nice long stream into the bowl. I watched as the yellow pee hit the water with a satisfying splashing sound. It felt good to pee and I enjoyed watching the water stream out of my dick head. Amazing that both cum and pee came out of the same place. I shook myself at the end of my piss and thought to myself that felt good!
The bathroom was steaming up and I purposefully let the door open just in case Tom wanted to look in on his return I thought to myself with a chuckle. I stepped into the shower and let that wonderful hot water hit me all over. Oh that felt good after being so cold out in the rain. There was nothing in the world like hot water I thought to myself as I stood under the spray. I got all wet and then took the bar of soap and started washing my arms and pits and chest and abs and then legs and feet and finally finishing up on my ass crack and balls and cock. I could sense that Tom had entered the motel room and could feel him watching me through the glass of the shower door. I couldn’t see him through the glass and all the steam but I could sense that he was there watching me. It didn’t feel creepy or anything but I could definitely feel his presence.
I decided to put on a bit of a show and took a long time deliberately cleaning my dick and balls although they were very clean by this time. I stood right in front of the shower door so Tom would get the full effect of my show! I never realized what an exhibitionist I was. I thought about what it must be like to be an exotic dancer in a gay mens club! It must be such a turn on to know that all those guys out there are looking at your body and loving it with their eyes. I wondered what I would do if Tom suddenly stripped his clothes off and came into the shower and stepped in with me offering to soap my back. Of course I would let him. Oh yes I would let him. I bet that would be heaven letting another man soap you all over.
At last I turned off the water and opened the shower door and looked at Tom standing there outside the door. He did not appear to be upset that I had caught him looking and from where I stood it seemed as if he had a hard on by the bulge in his crotch. I sure hoped that it was a hard on I thought to myself as I looked around to find a towel.
I smiled at him and yelled, “God that felt good Tom. Lots of hot water is what I needed,” as I stepped out onto the bath mat and grabbed one of the small towels from the rack and began to dry myself all over. That was one thing I could never figure out about inexpensive motels was the skimpy little towels they thought were adequate/ The one I was using would hardly even stretch around my waist. I guess they were saving money. I leaned over to dry myself I noticed that my balls were really hanging down now about 3 inches or more and my dick was about 4 inches and slightly hard. I tried to spend a lot of time drying my head and hair so Tom could look at my body free from embarrassment. I wanted him to drink in my youthful manhood and want me as much as I thought I wanted him.
I finally stepped out of the shower room saying, “I think I left enough hot water for you man.” I continued to dry myself as I stopped in front of the mirror turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
“Not bad if I must say so,” I said with a laugh as I tossed my long head of hair.
Tom then began to remove his clothes and I watched as he placed each item of clothing on the chair in the corner of the room. He was down to his old man boxer briefs when he looked up and noticed that I was watching him in the mirror. I was drying my cock and my balls but he could see that my eyes were watching him.
What was Tom thinking I wondered? Was he interested in me? He had a lot of body hair but somehow that did not see to bother me as much as I though it might. I mean he wasn’t overly hairy like an ape or anything but just had a nice covering of hair all over his body. Did he like my smooth hairless body or did he wish that I had some body hair like he did? All these questions and more were running through my head as I watched Tom peel off his briefs and stood there naked in front of me. Oh God I really wanted him to walk over and fall on his knees and tell me how gorgeous I was and how he wanted to suck on my cock and make love to me. I wanted to hear someone say those words to me. I wanted him to worship my youth and my cock and my balls. We watched each other but didn’t do anything that would give the other away. We were like two boxers circling in the ring waiting for the other guy to make his move.
I watched him as he walked over towards the shower room. I thought he looked pretty good. I mean he was not in as great of shape as I was or anything but for an old man he looked pretty good. His stomach was flat and he had some muscles in his arms. His legs were not as long as mine but were nicely shaped and covered with hair. His dick was about 4 inches or so but had obviously been hard recently I thought. His balls were small and not hangers like mine but they looked nice and squeezable. His thighs and pubes were furry and thick and I wondered what it would be like to play in that forest. He had a deep belly button in the middle of his flat stomach.
“You are in pretty good shape for an old guy,” I said with a smile turning away from my reflection in the mirror to face him. I saw him look down at my cock and balls and knew without a doubt in my mind that at that moment he wanted me.
“How old are you anyway,” I asked?
“I was 56 this year how about you?”
“I was 23 last week,” I said. “I decided at my birthday party last week I needed to get out of town for awhile. My girlfriend, Linda, is pressuring me to get married have babies and settle down and I have this best friend, Steve, I hang around with all the time and well I just needed some space and some time to sort things out for myself. I just am not sure what I want and if I want to settle down now. I mean I want kids and all but I need to live a bit first.”
“I think that is a great plan,” Tom said as he walked past me into the shower room and stepped into the shower turning on the water and then stepping into the rush of warm water. He grabbed the bar of soap that I had recently used on my body ran it all over his body as I watched him through the glass as he had watched me. I seemed to be able to feel his energy and vibes as he washed himself clean. As I did for him he put on a little show for me as he washed his dick and his balls and his ass. I enjoyed watching him and thought for an instant about joining him but held off.
OK man I thought to myself this is cut bait or fish time if ever there was one. What the hell does that phrase mean I thought to myself as I walked over to the bed and lay down full length in the middle. I reached my hands down to my crotch and while thinking about Tom and what we could do with each other I made myself erect and hard once again. I gently played with myself and kept myself hard waiting for Tom to finish with his shower and come out into the room. Damn I hope that I have not misjudged him I thought to myself as I lay there keeping myself hard. I tried to be careful not to take myself to far as I didn’t want to spoil our time together by cumming to quickly.
I played with my nipples and made them as hard as possible as well. I wanted to take Tom’s breath away when he came out into the room and saw me lying there on the bed. I heard the shower turn off and then I heard the shower door open and I could hear what sounded like drying sounds coming from the bathroom. I imagined Tom trying to dry off with the ridiculously small motel towels and tried not to laugh as I thought about it.
I heard his steps on the carpet and saw his shadow emerge from the bathroom drying his hair. He had come all the way into the room before he took the towel from his head and looked over to me lying on the bed with my hard cock in my hand and my low hanging balls pooling on the bedspread. I heard him gasp as he looked at me and watched as his eyes ran up and down my long slim trim muscular body. My God I thought to myself what have I done but then he smiled and I knew we were going to make love.
I said, “I would like to pay you back for picking me up today Tom. I have no idea what to do but I want to learn and I really want you to teach me.”
He dropped his towel on the floor and I watched as his eyes grow wide as he watched me playing with my hard dick. I watched in fascination as his dick began to jump around and grow and grow and grow until it was sticking out about 6 inches or so. Just about my size. I liked the look of his hard cock and could not believe that I was finally able to just stare at another’s guys cock as much as I wanted. It felt so good. Why is it that guys are so protective of their cocks especially when they are hard. I would think that a man would be proud of what he had and would like to show it off but that was not the case in our homophobic culture which existed in high school and college.
He walked towards the bed and said, “I have no idea what to do as well Jamie but I think I am finally ready to learn what its like to love a man.”
He reached the side of the bed and stood there with his hard dick straining and stretching out in the air in front of me. God it looked so amazing. I was fascinated just looking at it. I leaned over and reached up with one of my hands and took his hard dick in my fist.
“OH shit,” Tom moaned as the feel of my touch sent electric shocks coursing through both our bodies. I could feel the heat of his shaft as I held his cock in my hand. I looked up and saw a huge smile spreading over his face. How often had I dreamed of Steve smiling like that as I touched his cock and worshiped his manhood. Now I was looking at Tom and it felt so right.
I had never expected that touching a man’s penis would feel this good. Tom stepped back slightly which allowed me room to sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I then reached up with my other hand to touch his balls and begin to massage them. Oh God they felt so incredible. All squishy in their sac of hairy skin. They were so spongy and I could feel little electric shocks as I ran my finger tips across their surface. He must have liked what I was doing as he groaned. I squeezed the shaft of his hard cock at the same time I was squeezing his balls. I could just imagine how good it felt for him. Oh damn this was good. What a way to end this fantastic day. And to believe that this was the very first day of my trip. What could I expect from the rest!
I took my hand off his balls and ran my fingers up and down his hairy legs and across his flat chest. He sucked in his breath as my fingers touched the hair and the skin on his chest and he moaned again and again. I found all the hair on his body very exciting to touch which surprised me. It felt so different from touching my hairless skin. I could get used to this I thought and obviously Tom was getting quite used to it from the looks on his face and the size of his cock!
His cock was hot to the touch and it was hard and yet soft as well. I could see the blue veins running under the skin. My veins were much more pronounced and were kind of raised. Tom’s were so different that mine of Steve’s but that did not stop me from enjoying my time with his cock. Maybe it was the difference between being 23 and being 56 I thought as I looked at his cock. I briefly thought how I wished it was Steve here in the room with me but that thought vanished from my brain as I concentrated on loving my benefactor and protector who had saved me from the cold and the rain. I wanted to give Tom the best sex I could possible give him and in return I wanted the same from him.
“Damn man I have wanted to touch another guy for so long. I can’t believe how good your cock feels. It is so soft but so hard at the same time and it feels so hot. My friend Steve has this incredible cock and I have been so in love with him for such a long time. I think he knows but I am just not sure. Can I kiss your cock,” I asked?
“Oh yeah Jamie you can kiss it and you can do whatever you like with it. Oh lord this feels good,” Tom moaned as I leaned forward and began to kiss the shaft of his cock finally taking the head into my mouth and running my coarse tongue all over its sensitive surface bringing groans and moans to his lips as he thrust his hips forward shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. The feeling as his cock slid into my mouth between my lips was indescribable. I liked how it felt with my lips pressed tightly against the surface of his penis. I concentrated on making sure my teeth did not scrape the sensitive surface of Tom’s penis. At one point I thought I might gag as Tom pushed his cock into my waiting mouth but then the feeling passed and I let his cock slide all the way to the rear of my throat. My nose was pressed against his pubic hairs and he smelled like soap and hot water.
I played with his balls as I moved my mouth to the tip of his cock and began to lick around the lip of the tip and across the surface of the head and tried to dart my tongue into his piss slit which made him groan again. I think I could get into this cock sucking business I thought to myself. I found myself enjoying this sex much more than I had ever enjoyed sex with Linda. With her it was just slam, bam thank you mam. I tried my best to be a good lover with her but it just seemed like work and not really like pleasure. I hated myself for thinking like that but I just could not help what I felt inside. Tom let me suck on his cock for a bit and I knew he felt as if he would explode from the pleasure I was giving him.
But finally he said, “STOP!” He pulled away with a pained expression on his face.
“Did I hurt you man?”
“No you didn’t hurt me I just want it to last and if you keep that up I am going to explode,” Tom said gasping for breath. His chest was heaving but he was smiling.
I let go of him and he stepped back and at the same time he kneeled down in front of me. He spread my legs apart before him as he kneeled on the floor in front of me. My cock was standing straight up begging for some attention from him. My cock was so hard it looked as if it could burst at the seams. Oh shit I thought a man was finally worshiping at the altar of my man love. he was kneeling down in front of MY COCK! From the look in his eyes Tom looked glad to be a disciple of my cock. Tom would finally know what it was like to taste a man’s essence and drink a mans cum. Tom reached his hands forward and ran them up the surface of my hard smooth thighs towards my waiting cock. I shivered with delight as he made his way closer to the prize. I had wanted this for so long and now it was happening.
“Lay back and let me work on you,” Tom said.
I lay back on the bed giving Tom a great view of my stupendous body. My dick was still pointing towards the ceiling and my balls were pooling on the bedspread and hanging over the edge of the bed waiting to be kissed and sucked. He ran his finger tips all around my pubes and across my thighs. I had no idea it would feel so good and I moaned and clenched my butt muscles tightly together as I forced my groin up into the air. Tom reached around the base of my cock and he squeezed his fist tight around the base and then pulled my hard erect cock down towards the floor. Oh shit that felt so incredible as my cock was stretched as he bent it forward and then he pulled on it in a kind of milking motion drawing some precum out of my cock head. He took his other hand and rubbed the precum very gently with great care over the surface of my cock head forcing me to groan and twist with delight as I felt things I had only imagined before.
“OH MAN,” I yelled as Tom ran his fingers over and over the surface of my cock head giving me pleasure I had only dreamed about in my jack off sessions at home alone on my bed. Tom continued to squeeze my dick and pull on it and I produced huge amounts of precum which served as a wonderful lubricant for his hands as they stroked and rubbed all over my hard dick.
Oh god this felt good I thought as Tom worked on my dick. I squirmed and thrashed on the bed in front of him begging him to rub harder and to squeeze harder and to make me feel good.
“OH TOM PLEASE DON”T EVER STOP,” I begged.
“I have been wanting to feel like this for my whole life. Oh shit man it is so good,” I sobbed as Tom continued to work on my cock showing me no mercy and obviously enjoying every moment of his work. Oh shit he was made to do this work I thought. God I was enjoying myself and I knew Tom was enjoying himself as well from the look on his face. He might be a virgin like me but he knew just what to do with my cock to give me so much pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.
This was the best sex I had ever had as Tom continued to stroke my hard cock. He then leaned down to kiss my egg like balls nestled in their individual balls sacs. He kissed one and then the other finally taking one in his mouth and then the other and then both of them forcing a deep strange and guttural cry to escape from my throat. I had never made a sound like that before I thought to myself. Was that me? No one had ever sucked on my balls before and the feelings I was experiencing were so intense as he squeezed on my nuts with his lips and tongue. Linda certainly never had even thought about doing this to me. He sucked harder on my balls enjoying making me squirm and scream with passion and delight. God it was wonderful to truly be loved by another man. Shit how could a woman ever even imagine what a man needed and truly wanted. I wanted to have my cock and his balls worshiped and that is what Tom was doing for me right now.
He then let my balls fall out of his mouth and I gasped as they hit the cold air and left the warm and wet confines of his mouth. My stomach muscles were heaving and I was breathing heavily as he continued to stroke my hard cock with his hand. He then took both his hands and started to stroke my cock.
“OH MAN THAT IS SO GOOD,” I sobbed. No one had ever stroked me with two hands before and the feelings were so intense. It was like double the pleasure double the fun. I was loving every moment of this and wanted it to go on forever. I thought what God had placed Tom in his truck on the road at the very time that I needed a warm dry place so badly? What a gift from God this was! What a generous God it was.
He finally leaned forward and while holding my hard cock in both his hands he kissed the tip of my cock gently at first and then began to run his tongue all over the sensitive surface and around the lip of my cock head as I had done to him a few moments before. I screamed and bucked as he began to lick and kiss the tip harder and faster. Oh shit this was good at the same time it hurt but not a bad hurt but a great hurt. I wanted to get away but at the same time I wanted to stay and I wanted him to do it harder and to push me over the edge if possible. So many conflicting emotions and thoughts were going through my brain. He then started to release my cock as he pushed forward with his mouth on my shaft taking it completely into his mouth. The feelings as his lips traveled down the surface of my hard shaft were amazing. I pushed my hips up trying to push my cock farther into his mouth as Tom took as much of it as he could. He was trying to go slow and I was trying to go faster but finally the shaft slid all the way into his mouth past those marvelous lips finally ending up in the back of Tom‘s throat. I could feel his nose pressed against my pubes. What did I smell of I thought. Was he enjoying my manly smell? I probably smelled like soap and water and I hoped that he was enjoying my manly perfume!
Tom pulled his mouth back to the lip of the tip of my penis and then he pushed forward again and then withdrew and then back again and again and again. He sucked on my cock. Oh Lord did he suck on my cock. I fucked his face with powerful thrust of my hips. I was good at that and had lots of practice over the years. I was strong and I was good! I reached out my hands and rested them lightly on either side of Toms head as I continued to raise my hips and my dick into his mouth and then out and then in and then out. Oh shit I was groaning like I had never before groaned with the delight of a magical experience of a perfect blow job. I tried not to force his head but just lightly rested my hands to guide Tom in his ministrations to my cock. I hoped that Tom could feel the energy of my love for him!
God I wanted to cum in the worst possible way. My whole body felt as if it was going to explode with cum. My cock was engorged and my balls wanted to empty their load all over my chest or in Toms mouth. I had never felt so full of cum before. My whole groin area was tingling with the expectation of my release. I wanted to scream as I experienced the delight of a sexual experience like none other that I had ever had before. Tom had already taken me to heights of love that were new to me and now I just needed release. Tom pulled off my cock which was so hard and red and slimy and wet and beautiful as it stood there in front of us quivering and pulsing and waiting for Tom to make me cum.
Tom then took the base of the shaft of my cock in his fingers making a tight ring around the shaft as tight as he could squeeze. I watched in fascination as the shaft grew and turned a slight shade of reddish blue with the trapped blood inside. I could see the veins running up and down my shaft pulsing with blood. With his other hand he began to stroke my shaft up and down and on each up swing he rubbed hard across the tender surface of the tip with the palm of his hand. He started out slow and deliberate and then he slowly increased the tempo until I could see sweat pouring off his forehead with the exertion as his hand flew over the surface of my cock. It was hard work making love to another mans cock!
I was tossing my head from side to side and my hands were clenched and white as I moaned and screamed with pleasure and pain. I could feel drool was coming out of my mouth and my eyes had rolled back into their sockets as he pounded on my cock rubbing the tip with the palm of his hand over and over. Tom was taking me to the very edge of sexual pleasure and that very thin fine line between pain and pleasure. Nothing I had ever experience with a woman or my own hand had ever reached this level of sexual pleasure.
I could sense that I was ready to shoot my load and I knew that my low hangers were about to contract as they released their load of creamy white jizz all over my chest. I could feel Tom release the pressure of his fist around the base of my cock and knew that once he did that there would be no turning back. I hoped that Tom was ready for the amount of cum that I could produce. Tom started to just beat the shaft up and down.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHH IIIIIIIMMMMMCCCCUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGG,” I heard myself cry as I felt the first spurt of cum racing up through my shaft and come out my piss slit into the air twirling and spinning as it flew through the air landing onto my chest hitting my left nipple. It felt warm on my chest and I could feel the release deep inside my balls but also could feel more pressure in my balls. Rope after rope of precious jizz poured out of my cock head amazing even me! What was Tom thinking as he beat my cock over and over again. Jesus how much cum did I have I wondered after he had squeezed out 7 huge loads of cum. I finally stopped at 9 shots of cum and I looked down to see my chest completely covered with white sticky cum. What a gorgeous sight that was for my eyes. Oh shit another man had finally made me cum! I had finally done it! It felt so good to not be a virgin any longer. I wanted to shout it out to the whole world! Jamie is not a virgin! Jamie is gay! Jamie just had the best sex he had ever had!
Tom continued to slowly stroke and squeeze my shaft bringing drop after drop of white cum out the slit. His waiting tongue sopped up each drop until he had squeezed out every last precious drop. I knew that it would taste salty and musky and sort of sweet and hoped that it was not unpleasant for Tom. I looked down at my heaving chest as I lay there completely exhausted and I noticed that some of my cum was pure white and some was clear. I saw Tom look at his hand which was covered with dripping cum and he brought it to his mouth where he licked it as clean as he could. Tom then stood up and he kneeled down beside me on the bed. I reached up and ran my hand across his hairy chest and smiled at him as he leaned over and started to lick and drink each drop of cum off my abs and chest and nipples. He saved a huge glob for last and took it in his mouth and then leaned over to my face and my waiting lips.
He leaned down to my waiting mouth and our lips met and my tongue eagerly accepted his gift of my precious cum. I drank my own cum eagerly as we kissed and our tongues explored each others mouths. I had only imagined what it would be like to kiss another man and kissing Tom was so much better than kissing Linda.. He really seemed to like kissing me. I reached my arms around his body and stroked his back as we pressed tightly together in our embrace. His hairy body met my smooth body in a tight embrace. Oh shit I wanted this to go on forever. How long can one kiss another person I wondered to myself? Our bodies were pressed tight and close and I could feel his warmth as we kissed and just enjoyed the love of two men together. Finally we broke apart and we looked at each other deeply for a long time.
I felt as if I could enter into his eyes and just stay there for ever. Toms eyes were like pools and his smile and his face were so protective and so loving. I had never experienced a feeling like this before. I had thought I loved Linda but when I looked at her it was nothing like this feeling that I was having at this moment. Would it always be like this with Tom? Was it only because it was our first time? I hoped not. he was my protector and my lover. Yes I could say it he was my lover!
“That was awesome,” I told Tom as we continued to smiled at each other.
“It was pretty awesome for me as well Jamie!” he replied.
“I think I may have found what I was searching for,” I said to him as I stroked his face with my finger tips, “and I think I may have found my traveling partner if you will have me.”
“Oh yeah I think I will keep you around,” Tom laughed as I felt my hand reaching for his hard dripping cock.....