I went to college about 75 miles from my home. About once a month I would go base for the weekend, bringing my laundry with me in a beaten-up Robert Brown font that once belonged to my father. I 'm certain my female parent noticed the dry out pale yellow spot on my T-shirts and briefs but mercifully never said a word.

Because I did n't own a car, I had to charter a couple of omnibus, and then hitchhike the remaining 30 miles. Back in those days, hitchhiking was more unwashed and safer. And so, one cold, rainy Nov night, I found myself standing beside the highway at my last bus stop. My breath flux with the grim drizzle and after half-an-hour I wondered if I 'd ever catch up with a ride. But after another fifteen minutes a big, late-model Chrysler pulled over. I opened the rear threshold and tossed in my suit, then got into the figurehead seat.

'' Helluva night for hitchhiking ! '' said the number one wood. He was a magniloquent, heavily-built man, about 45 twelvemonth old and well-dressed.

'' It indisputable is ! '' I said. `` Thanks for stopping. ``

He did n't bother to introduce himself, and neither did I. He asked where I as headed and when I told him, he said that dropping me off at my home would take him just a few miles out of his way. He explained that he was a trip salesman and made a slip through this parting of the state about every two calendar week. Following an ill-chosen silence, he offered me a hip flask he 'd been holding between his thighs.

'' Maybe this will pack the chill off, '' he said. `` And this might avail, too '' he said as he turned up the heat and directed most of it to my side of the car.

'' Thanks, '' I said, and apprehensively took a modest draught from the flaskful. The whiskey was like liquid state fire and I almost choked, but managed to swallow it.

'' Do n't be shy, '' the man said. `` I 've got a fifth in my suitcase that I can always refill the flask from. '' So I took another gulp, and noticed I was indeed beginning to warm up. I handed the flask back to him and he took a draught himself.

'' You need to recognize something about me right off the bat, '' he said. `` I 'm very direct, some might say blunt, ... and prying, too ! But you do n't have to resolve any of my query if you do n't want to. I get lonely on the road, and this is a rare opportunity to talk. Are you O.K. with that ? ``

'' Yeah, I guess so, '' I replied. `` So what do you want to know ? ``

'' wellspring, for starters, '' he said, `` what 's in the casing ? Laundry for your mom to wash ? ``

'' Yeah, '' I answered.

'' And will she find some unusual, crusty stains on it ? '' he asked.

'' What the hell form of question is that ? ! ``, I said. He reminded me that he was place, blunt and nosy and that I should n't be shocked.

'' spirit, '' he said, `` when I was your age, I jerked off a lot, and my mom probably washed a ton of underclothing, sheets and pillowcases just like yours. It 's no big deal, okey ? We 're a couple of stranger who will never see each early again, so why not degree with me ? ``

'' O.K., '' I replied. `` You 're proper, most of what 's in that case has dried semen on it. ``

Next he asked me how often I jerked off, where and when, an so on. My initial apprehension had somehow diminished, probably due to the whiskey, but also due to his remark that we 'd never see each former again. So I answered each of his questions less and less reluctantly, even though they grew progressively more personal and probing.

'' What 's your cock like ? '' he asked. By then this kind of question did n't faze me.

'' What do you mean ? '' I replied. `` It 's like everybody else 's, I suppose, except probably smaller. ``

He said that he wanted to have a go at it if I was cut or uncut, terms I 'd never learn before,
so he had to explicate what the damage meant. I told him that I was cut and he said that he was too. He took another swig from his flask and offered me some. I took another swig too, by now somewhat used to the burn and actually enjoying the meek buzz I was developing.

'' If I showed you my prick, would you register me yours ?, '' he asked. `` You do n't really make out yours is smaller than average unless you 've got something to liken it against, right ? Whaddya say ? ``

I hesitated. This was getting very strange. But while I hesitated, he took his foot of the gas so he could stimulate both feet on the floor. Lifting his hips off the seat, he unzipped and pulled out his semi-erect cock.

'' There, '' he said. `` direct a trade good look. Then when you 're ready, slash yours out. ``

I stared at his 8-inch cock for about 10 seconds before summoning the spunk to unzip and reveal mine, which looked miniscule in comparing. Then I started looking at his cock again. We drove in silence for half-a-mile while he darted glances at my cock. The driving rainwater did n't allow him to submit his eyes off the road for too long.

'' Would you mind moving over towards me some more ?, '' he asked. `` I 'd really wish to own a upright look at that cock of yours. '' So I slid towards the middle of the front seat, all the while watching his cock and wondering what the guy was up to. I soon found out.

'' will you look at that rain outside ? ! Man oh man, it 's coming down in sail ! '' he said, gesturing toward the passenger-side window with his quarter round. I turned my head to look and that 's when I felt his right hand seize my cock in a tight, almost painful grip.

Before I could say anything, he said `` okey, kid, just relax. Do n't contend and do n't try to get out away. I 'm not going to bruise you. As a subject of fact, I 'm going to make you palpate really good. But that 's only if you cooperate. We 're still a farseeing ways from your home, and I could knock down you out here in the heart of nowhere if I felt like it. Think how tough it would be to catch another ride out here. ``

He was properly. I stayed still and thought about what he 'd said. Meanwhile, he loosened his grip slightly, and I could feel my cock responding to his tinge, growing harder and twitching occasionally.

'' See that, kid ?, '' he said. `` Your turncock can imagine better than your encephalon can. So I 'm prepare for your answer. Will you do as I say or will you take your fortune out there ? ``

'' I 'll do what you say, '' I replied. I had no idea what this guy had in judgement, but the view of being inhuman and wet all over again was n't an choice now.

'' O.K. '' he said. `` What I want is to find someplace out of this rain where we can hold some undisturbed fun. So do you know someplace around here we could park without being bothered ? ``

By now we were close enough to my home that I knew my way around. I said that if we drove another two stat mi and turned right on a dirt road, we 'd soon amount to an abandoned farm. The b was still standing, and one of the sliding doors had fallen off years ago. There was n't any farm machinery parked inside, so we could drive right in and park undetected for as long as he liked.

'' That 's cracking ! ``, he said, finally letting go of my cock after giving it a shoemaker's last playful squeeze. He told me to start getting ready by undressing and stowing my wearing apparel in the rachis rear. I did as I was told, actually grateful to get out of my besotted clothes. The fond air blasting from the car 's heater felt good.

Soon enough we arrived at the b. The salesman horde in and killed the lightness. He told me to get out and leave the passenger side threshold opened. While I stood outside the car in the common cold, damp air, he went back to the trunk and retrieved a bath towel from his grip. Then he sat on the passenger incline facing out through the threshold, with his legs spread apart. He motioned for me to stand between his legs and rest my forearms on the car 's roof.

He spread the towel over his legs and the front of his cause, about halfway up his chest. Then he reached for my now-shriveled cock and began to stroke it. I did n't resist ; it was pointless, and the longer he stroked the less inclined I was to resist.

'' In addition to enjoying this, I want you to pay attending to what I 'm doing and how I 'm doing it, '' he said. `` Because after you cum, I 'd care you to make me cum the like way. ``

'' But I 've never done that, or anything like that in my life ! ``, I protested.

'' Listen, kid, it 's easy. You 've already admitted you jerk off, so jerking off another guy should n't be all that unlike. But for now, relax and enjoy what I 'm doing to you. ``

And I did. My cock grew progressively harder, and the sweet, tickling adept stronger. As he stroked, I was aware of the dehydrated dirt of the barn floor beneath my plain feet, the lingering aroma of manure from moo-cow long gone, and the hooting of an owl in the forest behind the barn.

The sensations in my stopcock brought me out of my reverie. `` I 'm gon na cum, '' I hissed and so he began stroking harder and faster, bringing me to a climax that spurted a surprising amount of money of cum on the towel covering his lap, more than I 'd ever produced on my own.

'' Attaboy, '' the salesman said. `` That was a outstanding load for a kid your age and size of it. How did it palpate ? Did you enjoy that ? ``

I had to take on I did. I laid my forehead on the cool alloy of the car ceiling, waiting for my external respiration and heartbeat to subside to a more normal rate. While I was recovering, he slid back into the car and got out on the driver 's side of meat. I heard the clink of his bash buckle as he undressed. Once he was nude, he came around to the passenger position and told me to sit down where he did. When I asked for the towel he said `` No, I want to cum on you. You can wipe it off later. ``

He stood between my break second joint and I saw his massive cock clearly for the first-class honours degree time. The excitement of jerking me off had clearly affected him, because the glans already glistened with pre-cum. I grasped his cock and began awkwardly stroking it. He told me what felt best and I adjusted my clutch or cam stroke, following his mesmerism. Soon I could feel the tension and pulsing of his putz as he approached his own climax.

'' okeh, kid, '' he grunted. `` Get make 'cause I 'm gon na cum any 2d now ! ``

And cum he did. Huge ropes of sperm that landed on my stomach and second joint, one even landing on my own cock. I was strangely proud of what I 'd done and envious of how much the man could spirt. The salesman rested just as I had done and I watched his tool grow flaccid, oozing a final bead of cum that sagged and hung from a semitransparent screw thread before dropping onto the soil floor.

After he recovered, the salesman walked back to the afford body and got some moist wipe to clean me off. He told me to get dressed and he got dressed himself. We both got into the car and sat there for several minutes without speaking.

Finally, the salesman said `` I really enjoyed that. I hope you did too. ``

'' I did, '' I replied, `` both sentence. ``

He nodded, started the car, and backed out onto the dirt road. We did n't talk again until we got about a mile from my home. Then he asked if I 'd care to do this again sometime. I surprised myself by saying that I would. We made arrangements to meet later back in the town where I went to college. What happened adjacent is another story .