I went to college about 75 air mile from my home. About once a month I would go dwelling house for the weekend, bringing my laundry with me in a battered brownness event that once belonged to my father. I 'm surely my mother noticed the dry pale yellowish stains on my tee shirt and brief but mercifully never said a word.

Because I did n't own a car, I had to take a duad of buses, and then thumb the remaining 30 knot. Back in those mean solar day, hitchhiking was more common and safer. And so, one frigidity, rainy November Nox, I found myself standing beside the highway at my last-place bus stop. My breathing time mixed with the persistent drizzle and after half-an-hour I wondered if I 'd ever capture a ride. But after another xv minutes a big, late-model Chrysler pulled over. I opened the rear door and tossed in my case, then got into the front seat.

'' Helluva night for hitchhiking ! '' said the driver. He was a tall, heavily-built man, about 45 years old and well-dressed.

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

He did n't bother to acquaint himself, and neither did I. He asked where I as headed and when I told him, he said that dropping me off at my dwelling would take him just a few miles out of his way. He explained that he was a travel salesman and made a trip-up through this part of the United States Department of State about every two weeks. Following an awkward quiet, he offered me a hip flask he 'd been holding between his thighs.

'' Maybe this will take the chill off, '' he said. `` And this might help oneself, too '' he said as he turned up the heating system and directed most of it to my side of the car.

'' Thanks, '' I said, and apprehensively took a minuscule swig from the flask. The whiskey was like smooth 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 bag that I can always fill again the flask from. '' So I took another draft, and noticed I was indeed beginning to warm up up. I handed the flask back to him and he took a swig himself.

'' You need to do it something about me right off the bat, '' he said. `` I 'm very direct, some might say blunt, ... and nosy, too ! But you do n't own to answer any of my questions if you do n't want to. I get lonely on the road, and this is a rare chance to blab out. Are you O.K. with that ? ``

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

'' fountainhead, for starters, '' he said, `` what 's in the compositor's case ? Laundry for your mom to lap ? ``

'' Yeah, '' I answered.

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

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

'' tone, '' he said, `` when I was your age, I jerked off a lot, and my mom probably washed a ton of underclothes, canvass and pillowcases just same yours. It 's no big deal, OK ? We 're a duad of strangers who will never see each other again, so why not level with me ? ``

'' okey, '' I replied. `` You 're right on, near of what 's in that pillowcase has dried come 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 form of question did n't enervate me.

'' What do you intend ? '' I replied. `` It 's like everybody else 's, I suppose, except probably pocket-size. ``

He said that he wanted to make love if I was cut or uncut, footing I 'd never heard before,
so he had to explain what the full term meant. I told him that I was cut and he said that he was too. He took another gulp from his flask and offered me some. I took another swig too, by now somewhat used to the burn and actually enjoying the modest buzz I was developing.

'' If I showed you my tool, would you exhibit me yours ?, '' he asked. `` You do n't really love 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 stabilize both feet on the floor. Lifting his hips off the hind end, he unzipped and pulled out his semi-erect cock.

'' There, '' he said. `` Take a full look. Then when you 're ready, whip yours out. ``

I stared at his 8-inch dick for about 10 second before summoning the nervus to unzip and expose mine, which looked miniscule in comparison. Then I started looking at his cock again. We drove in secrecy for half-a-mile while he darted glances at my cock. The driving rainfall did n't allow him to take his eyes off the road for too long.

'' Would you mind moving over towards me some more ?, '' he asked. `` I 'd really like to have a good tone at that stopcock of yours. '' So I slid towards the heart of the front seat, all the spell watching his pecker and wondering what the guy was up to. I soon found out.

'' Will you look at that rainfall outside ? ! Man oh man, it 's coming down in sheets ! '' he said, gesturing toward the passenger-side window with his thumb. I turned my head to await and that 's when I felt his in good order hand impound my cock in a tight, almost irritating grip.

Before I could say anything, he said `` O.K., kid, just relax. Do n't skin and do n't try to pull away. I 'm not going to hurt you. As a matter of fact, I 'm going to make you feel really practiced. But that 's only if you cooperate. We 're still a long style from your home, and I could deck you out here in the heart of nowhere if I felt like it. consider how tough it would be to get another ride out here. ``

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

'' See that, kid ?, '' he said. `` Your cock can think beneficial than your head can. So I 'm ready for your answer. Will you do as I say or will you study your chances out there ? ``

'' I 'll do what you say, '' I replied. I had no approximation what this guy had in mind, but the mentation of being cold and wet all over again was n't an alternative now.

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

By now we were close adequate to my habitation that I knew my way around. I said that if we drove another two statute mile and turned right on a shite road, we 'd soon arrive 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 decent in and park undetected for as long as he liked.

'' That 's great ! ``, he said, finally letting go of my prick after giving it a final playful squeeze. He told me to go getting ready by undressing and stowing my wearing apparel in the back place. I did as I was told, actually grateful to get out of my soaked clothes. The fond air blasting from the car 's bullet felt good.

Soon enough we arrived at the b. The salesman drove chisel in and killed the lights. He told me to get out and leave the rider side doorway spread out. While I stood outside the car in the cold, damp air, he went back to the trunk and retrieved a bathtub towel from his grip. Then he sat on the passenger position facing out through the door, with his legs spread apart. He motioned for me to stand between his branch and rest my forearms on the car 's roof.

He spread the towel over his legs and the front of his suit, 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 fain I was to resist.

'' In gain to enjoying this, I want you to pay attention to what I 'm doing and how I 'm doing it, '' he said. `` Because after you cum, I 'd like you to take me cum the same way. ``

'' But I 've never done that, or anything like that in my aliveness ! ``, 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 different. But for now, relax and enjoy what I 'm doing to you. ``

And I did. My pecker grew progressively harder, and the Sweet, tickling sentience stronger. As he stroked, I was mindful of the dried dirt of the barn flooring beneath my bare infantry, the lingering aroma of manure from cows long gone, and the hooting of an owl in the timberland behind the barn.

The sensations in my cock brought me out of my oneirism. `` 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 spectacular load for a kid your age and size. How did it feel ? Did you enjoy that ? ``

I had to intromit I did. I laid my brow on the cool metallic element of the car cap, waiting for my breathing and heartbeat to subside to a more normal rate. While I was recovering, he slid back into the car and got out on the number one wood 's position. I heard the slammer of his whack warp as he undressed. Once he was naked, he came around to the passenger side 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 shaft clearly for the first time. The agitation of jerking me off had clearly affected him, because the glans already glistened with pre-cum. I grasped his shaft and began awkwardly stroking it. He told me what felt best and I adjusted my grasp or accident, following his suggestion. Soon I could find the tautness and pulsing of his putz as he approached his own climax.

'' O.K., kid, '' he grunted. `` Get prepare 'cause I 'm gon na cum any second base now ! ``

And cum he did. Huge rophy of sperm that landed on my stomach and thighs, one even landing on my own cock. I was strangely proud of what I 'd done and envious of how a great deal the man could spurt. The salesman rested just as I had done and I watched his tool grow flaccid, oozing a final pearl of cum that sagged and hung from a translucent thread before dropping onto the crap floor.

After he recovered, the salesman walked back to the open trunk and got some moist wipes to clean me off. He told me to get enclothe and he got dressed himself. We both got into the car and sat there for various bit without speaking.

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

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

He nodded, started the car, and backed out onto the filth road. We did n't babble again until we got about a sea mile from my home. Then he asked if I 'd like to do this again onetime. I surprised myself by saying that I would. We made system to meet later back in the town where I went to college. What happened next is another news report .