0 comments/ 22641 views/ 2 favorites Sweet Hitchhiker By: Erotica by J & G As the day began to wind down, Eric found himself between the last little town he passed through and Heightsville, Indiana. When he set out on his cross country journey hitchhiking instead of traveling by car, bus or plane, he had promised himself he wouldn't get caught late in the day out on the road in the middle of nowhere. He had stopped for a meal at a small cafe in the last town, and had thought he would be able to make Heightsville by dark. Now his feet had begun to hurt and he was more in the mood for a nap than anything else. The traffic along this portion of highway had been pretty unresponsive to his thumb, and he had resigned himself to the fact he would end up walking the rest of the way. Then out of the blue, he heard a car approaching from behind. As he turned, the red sports car grew closer and he recognized the two women in the front seat. He had noticed these two back at the cafe and had imagined how much fun it would be to hitch a ride with a couple of women as beautiful as these were. He threw his thumb up in the air and lo and behold, it appeared his luck had changed. The car screeched to a halt just ahead of him and he hurriedly made his way up to the passenger side. As the window slid down, the sexy redhead inside looked him up and down, coolly appraising him, then asked with a laugh, "Going our way, stranger?" Never one to pass up a promising opportunity, Eric threw his pack in the back and climbed in himself. Settling in the middle of the seat, he wondered how this turn of events might play out. "How far you two going?" "We aren't sure yet." The two giggled as the car sped off. As they put some miles behind them, Eric introduced himself and explained that he was finally realizing his lifelong dream of hitchhiking across the good old USA. Lisa, a tall but curvy blonde, and Pam, the redhead, appeared to be impressed and kept talking about how exciting it must be to just start out walking and seeing parts of the country you wouldn't otherwise see. Upon reaching Heightsville, the trio stopped at the local kwic-pic market for some drinks with the ladies opting for wine coolers while Eric's taste lay more along the lines of a half case of beer. "Ya know, Eric, " Lisa spoke up, "we're on a little journey ourselves and you're welcome to ride along. As long as we're headed your way, it could be fun." Eric readily agreed, blatantly eyeing Lisa's ass as she led the way out of the store. Pam popped another CD into the stereo, and they were off again. The three chatted easily, seeming to get along really well. Pam had unbuttoned her blouse partially, allowing the late afternoon breeze to blow over the tops of her well-formed breasts. Eric was particularly impressed with her generous cleavage and was finding it difficult to keep his eyes off her obviously hardening nipples. Exchanging small talk about sex, the conversation grew ever more arousing, but they each cautiously avoided becoming too personal. "Eric, you should have tried one of these wine coolers, " Lisa remarked. "This new flavor is absolutely awesome! You just have to try it." Just to be sociable and keep the "good vibes" flowing, Eric agreed to take a sip. How could he refuse a request from woman who possessed such sensual, pouting lips? Pam took Lisa's bottle, poured a generous amount into a cup that had been sitting in a holder on the dashboard, and handed it back to Eric with a sly wink. No fan of fruity alcoholic concoctions, Eric nevertheless downed the cold liquid quickly and faked a murmur of approval while privately wondering what was wrong with Lisa's taste buds. After a half-hour or so had passed, Eric began to feel a little strange. He thought, "No way three beers has me this far along." Clearing his throat, he asked, "Lisa, ummm, would you mind pulling over? I think I need some air and a quick walk around the car might help." The two women laughed and Pam asked him jokingly if he had ever drank before. As he tried to form a response, the lights went out...................... When he finally began coming around, Eric found himself tied to a tree. Leather cuffs bound his wrists and ankles with a rope running through the rings on each keeping him bound closely to the trunk. He had no idea where the fuck he was and there was no sign of either Lisa or Pam. With his vision a little blurred and his head spinning, he felt as if he had been on a two-day drunk. Suddenly, he heard footsteps crunching through the leaves. "Sounds like more than one person, " he thought. He tried to call out for help but his throat was so dry, he could barely whisper. Just as Eric finally got some of his voice back, Pam and Lisa appeared, walking towards him. They were dressed in black leather vests that barely contained their breasts and leather pants that clung to their asses like second skin. Lisa was carrying what appeared to be a riding crop, and Pam was hiding something behind her back. His eyes trying to focus better, Eric blinked in confusion as his mind struggled to accept what his eyes were seeing. "Alice down the rabbit hole, " he thought. "Now I get ya, Lewis Carroll." "Pam…. Lisa… what the fuck is going on?" The two vixens had almost identical angelic smiles on their faces as they stepped up to their captive. "Oh, Eric, " Lisa tapped him on the chest with the crop. "Remember that "fun" I mentioned? Don't look now, but it's about to begin." Pam leaned closer to whisper in his ear, "You're to be our little fuck toy, baby. Haven't you always wanted to be used and abused like the slut you are?" Eric flinched as she nipped his earlobe before stepping back. He was stunned to realize his cock was hard, more than hard; it was straining at the zipper of his jeans. As he glanced down, Lisa took notice and prodded at his bulge with the crop. "Looks like he has decided to join the party, Pam." The bouncy redhead giggled, "Doc Jones must have added some viagara to that little cocktail he mixes up for us." Eric's dark eyes darted back and forth between his captors. Nothing in his previous experience had prepared him for a situation like this and he fought to maintain some semblance of self-control. All that was shattered however, when Pam revealed the items she had been holding out of view. Raising her hands up in front of Eric, she dangled a leash in one hand, and some contraption of leather straps and steel rings in the other. She laughed gleefully at the expression on the young man's face and nudged her cohort. "I do believe we have a cherry to pop here, Lisa." Suddenly, they fell on him, ripping his shirt open and yanking his jeans down to his ankles, dragging his briefs along with them. His cock sprang up against his belly and bobbed there freely to his utter embarrassment. Pam's cat green eyes took in its length and breadth and she licked her lips lasciviously. Noticing her friend's arousal, Lisa pulled Pam's vest open, freeing her abundant breasts. "He DOES have a nice prick, doesn't he?" Lisa purred in the shorter woman's ear as she began twisting Pam's nipples with increasing pressure. Pam dropped the leash and harness to the ground and shrugged the vest off her body then stripped Lisa of hers as well. Pressing their upper bodies together, nipples sliding over nipples, the two women kissed passionately, almost roughly, as Eric watched, his cock twitching. As he squirmed against his bonds, the rough bark of the tree scratched the tender skin of his ass, a painful reminder to remain still. Lisa ducked her head down, her long blonde hair swinging, and began flicking her tongue snakelike over Pam's rosy nipples, which made both Pam AND Eric moan. Releasing one tingling bud with an audible pop, Lisa grinned up evilly at Eric. "You'd like to get your slutty hands and mouth on these tits, wouldn't ya?" Eric nodded mutely. "NO… " Lisa slapped his cock none too gently bringing a howl from Eric. "That is not how you answer your Mistresses. You will answer 'only if it pleases you, Mistress Lisa,' understand?" Eric flushed and stammered, "Yes, Mistress Lisa, only if it pleases you." "Much better, " Lisa nodded and rose to her feet. "Hook him up, Mistress Pam." Eric watched unbelievingly as Pam dropped to her leather clad knees before him and began attaching the harness, slipping the straps around his balls and drawing them up tight against his cock which was also cinched. After hooking the leash to the steel D ring at the base of his cock, she rose to her feet and handed it to Lisa with a pleased "Ta-Da!" Giving one of Pam's nipples a tweak of approval, Lisa tugged on the leash suddenly causing Eric to yell, although more from surprise than actual pain. Pam slipped around behind the tree and released the trembling young man from the trunk, but left the cuffs on his wrists and ankles. "When I tug, you will take three steps towards me, little boy." Lisa yanked a bit harder and Eric stumbled forward as ordered. Pam efficiently removed the remainder of Eric's clothing until he stood completely naked and harnessed, all the while eyeing Lisa's crop being tapped impatiently against her thigh. The busty redhead completed her preparation of Eric by pulling both his arms behind his back and buckling the wrist cuffs together. Being terribly excited herself; Pam took great enjoyment in brushing her erect nipples over the skin of their slave's back before returning to stand beside her fellow captor. "Lead the way, Mistress Pam, and I will bring along our new toy." Lisa commanded. Eric walked tender footed through the woods as he was led down a short almost indiscernible path through the trees. In a clearing only a few hundred yards away, it was obvious the girls had previously prepared a setting for their enjoyment. Several large quilts were laid out and a wicked looking metal stake was pounded into the ground beside one corner. A few lanterns were hanging on tree branches and the makings for a campfire was also in place. Led to the metal stake, Eric was ordered to halt. Mistress Lisa gave the leash a vicious yank and ordered him to his knees on the quilt. He promptly obeyed and his leash was then attached to the stake, giving him a very limited and calculated amount of freedom. The crop whistled through the air suddenly and he felt a searing pain on his ass bringing a startled cry from him. "That was for doing well on our walk, pet. You get quite a few more for displeasing me." Eric shuddered at Lisa's ominous tone. "Okay, Pammie, " Lisa cooed in a complete turnabout of attitude. "Come here to Mistress Lisa and we'll show our little sweetie what other pretties you have." Pam slinked over to her friend and turned with her back to Lisa, wiggling her ass provocatively. "Watch closely now, Eric, honey.. " She needn't have told him to look; he was completely focused on their every move. He had only the slightest fear that they might actually hurt him and he vaguely wondered if what they had drugged him with had overridden any normal apprehension. He watched, fascinated as the long nailed graceful fingers of Mistress Lisa moved from Pam's breasts down her smooth white skin to grasp the waistband of her pants. With one swift movement and the sound of Velcro giving way, Pam's crotch and ass were bared. "No fair, Lise" Pam grumbled. "You have to show your pussy too." And with that, she turned and yanked the panel from Lisa's pants as well. Eric could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he stared at the cunts revealed to him. Both clean shaven, yes, but very different in coloration and size. The two cockteasers knelt on the quilt facing him, then simultaneously leaned back and opened their thighs giving him a clear view of their glistening lips. As Eric looked in total amazement at the two beautiful women, they began sliding their hands down between their creamy thighs. Then as if rehearsed, they spread open their snatches with their fingers, both grinning lewdly. Without thinking, Eric let a soft moan escape his lip as Pam slipped one finger deep inside her wet hole. In and out, she worked her pussy into a dripping wet treasure, her fingers and then her entire hand becoming coated with her juices. Lisa stood and strode over to Eric, grabbing him by the hair and jerking his head back..."Look at me!" she demanded in a stern voice. His dark eyes stared up at his captor as she asked him, "How would you like a taste of Pam's sweet little pussy, Eric?" " Oh, yes Mistress Lisa, if it pleases you," came his reply in a breathless whisper. Lisa motioned for Pam to join them. Removing her fingers from her greedy cunt, Pam moaned slightly then crawled over to Eric. "Give our slut just a little taste, Pammie, You better suck her fingers dry, boy." Pam raised her index finger to his mouth, pressing lightly. Eric began to move his lips ever so slowly down Pam's slender finger, relishing her taste. She added a second finger and began to fuck his mouth with them. Eric was moaning and whimpering as Pam pushed her fingers in deeper, driving the taste of her pussy down into his throat before removing them. Unnoticed by either Eric or Pam, Lisa had briefly left them. Upon her return, she carried a black leather bag. Pam grinned wickedly, "Oh, Lisa, you fetched our toys!" Eric's eyes were fixed on both of his tormentors. His mind still seemed a bit fuzzy, but he could tell he was regaining some sense of perspective. "OK, now wait a fucking minute!" His voice rose with each word. "What the hell are you two planning on doing here?" "ENOUGH!!" Lisa's voice echoed through the clearing. "You are our little pet, Eric, and you will do as we tell you to do." At this point, Pam stepped in between the two. "Alright, alright, let's just calm down here." Pam offered Eric a drink, his lips eager for something cold and wet, as his throat was so dry. As the two women stepped away, Eric watched them intently, waiting for their next move. As the minutes went by, he felt reality distorting again. As the two women observed him, their laughter sounded odd to him and they seemed to be wavering from side to side. The world again was spinning, but this time Eric didn't feel as if he were going to black out again. No, this time he felt as if he was in another space, removed from himself. He felt hands on his body, moving him, his ass hiked up and his head shoved down. The scent of a woman at his face and hands rubbing over his ass, what was happening he wondered but then he really didn't care. Pam leaned back on her elbows with her legs spread to either side of his head, his face just inches from her wet cunt. Lisa knelt behind Eric as she rubbed oil over his fine, tight ass. Her insistent fingers began working his butt cheeks then between them, touching the tight brown hole she wanted to explore and invade. As she eased her finger just inside him, Eric moaned and raised his ass to her, surprisingly aroused by what was happening to him and wanting more. "He's ready, Pam." Lisa's voice brought a smile to the other woman's lips. Pam jerked Eric's head down to her pussy. His tongue immediately began lapping at the liquid honey that flowed freely from her. She purred as he licked along her slit as her hands guided him to give her what she wanted. Lisa slipped on a harness with a very lifelike dildo attached. She moved in again behind her young prey, and prying open his asscheeks, positioned the cockhead at the greased opening of Eric's ass. Holding the base of the dildo, she rocked her hips forward to push it directly into him. His ass twitched but also moved back against the toy. Lisa thrust slowly at first, inching the shaft inside the tight passage. Eric's tongue began to move more quickly as his body burned with sexual energy. His mind blurred, not thinking of anything but pleasuring the saturated cunt before him. Seeing the effect it was having on his oral skills, Lisa began fucking him faster and harder. Pam's moans became louder as Eric began frenziedly tongue fucking her sweet hole, while his fingers spread her lips open allowing him greater access. Using the dildo to ream his ass fully now. Lisa smacked his buttcheeks while commanding him to make Pam cum. He moved a finger to the redhead's swollen clit and began rubbing it up and down as he buried his tongue deep into her canal. Pam screamed out in ecstasy as Eric's face became awash in her flood of juices. Grinding against his face, she held his mouth tightly to her snatch. Then with a shove to his ass, Eric found himself face down on the blankets. Pam, recovering from her orgasm, watched as Lisa removed the harness and tossed it aside. The two women smiled at each other, knowing their fun wasn't quite over yet. "Roll over on your back, fuck slut. You have a little more work to do before your mistresses are pleased." Gasping for breath, Eric did as ordered, his intensely erect cock straining in his harness. He had never felt such excruciating need for release before in his life and the fact that having his ass fucked had brought him to this point both excited and humiliated him. The leash tugged at the base of his cock and he grimaced with the slight pain. Lisa stood over his body, straddling him with her juicy pussy above his face. Bending at the waist, she deftly unhooked the harness and freed his aching cock and balls. As his cock sprang straight up into the air, she nodded with approval and motioned to her friend. His captors slowly lowered their bodies, Pam impaling herself on his prick and Lisa lowering her throbbing cunt to his waiting mouth. The women leaned forward to kiss, their soft lips crushed together as their tongues danced wildly in each other's mouths. Bouncing up and down on his thick shaft, Pam squeezed her pussy tightly around Eric's cock, while she fondled and squeezed Lisa's tits. As Eric licked and probed her slit from her clit to her asshole, the blonde rocked her body forward and back on his face. "I'm gonna cum again, Lise, " Pam broke the kiss to gasp out. "Oh gawwd.... I'm with you, baby. This fuckslut has one of the best tongues we've ever found." As the two women threw back their heads and howled their climaxes like coyotes to the moon, Eric reached his own orgasm. His cock shot spurts of cum deep into Pam's spasming cunt while he struggled to slurp up the juices flooding his mouth. As his balls emptied the last of their load, Lisa rolled away from his head, a contented smile on her flushed face. Pam ground her hips against his body until at last his now limp cock slipped from her body. She joined her friend on the quilts and whispered, "He's not leashed! He'll run!" Lisa laughed sarcastically, "In the shape he's in now, I don't think he can crawl. But if it will make you happy.... " Reaching for the thermos, she fixed Eric another drink and raised it to his lips. He drank gratefully, no longer caring what the women did to him. He had never experienced an orgasm like the one he'd just had and was hoping what he had just swallowed would reawaken his cock. "Anything in order to keep their attention, " Eric thought as he gazed at his companions. A moment later, his eyes closed and he slept deeply. As the sounds of morning brought Eric out of his sleep, he found himself alone, still naked and lying on the blanket, his clothes neatly folded and placed beside him. Gone were the two beautiful Mistresses who had bound him and pleasured themselves the afternoon and evening before. As the cobwebs slowly cleared from his mind, the events of the last day flooded his memory. He couldn't get the images of Lisa and Pam out of his mind as he slowly dressed. Attempting to get his bearings, he began to walk and found a stream to bathe in somewhat before continuing on. Eventually he made his way back out to the highway, his body still recovering from his erotic journey of the day that just past. The sun was climbing quickly into a clear sky and beads of sweat were already popping out on his flesh. Sweet Hitchhiker I was driving to New Orleans for Mardi Gras a couple of years ago. Seeing a couple of Hitchhikers, I stopped to pick them up asked where they were heading. “Mardi Gras!” “Already started on it have ya?” Noticing how stoned they were. The girl laughed, “Hell Yeah, why waste time?” Her boyfriend asked if he could go to sleep in the back seat. “Sure, Go ahead!” And he immediately passed out. I was hoping he wasn’t going to drool al over my car as I drove on. Her name was Charlene she said and his, looking back at her boyfriend, is Billy. I shook her small. “Mine’s, Tom, nice to meet you.” She is a real cutie, even with her eyes bloodshot from the early start they had on the partying. Blonde hair hanging just past her shoulders, dancing blue eyes, and a cute little turned up nose. As I glanced over I noticed she didn’t have huge tits, but they sure looked firm and sat high on her chest. “Can you roll?” Looking over she asked me “Weed?” I nodded. “Where is it? Let’s find out.” I pointed at the glove box and she got it out and rolled us a joint. We smoked it and feeling pretty good now for the 8 hours left of our ride. “How long she had been going with Billy?’ “He isn’t my boyfriend, He is my brother.” Ahhhhh, it was getting better Mile by Mile. She was a really nice girl, with a great sense of humor I asked her how old she was “19, Billy’s 18” I stopped to get us a soft drink to kill the cotton mouth. “If you are underage then how did they get drunk?” “We stole a bottle of Dads Bourbon before we left, Ya want some?” “I have to drive and that is all I need, a DWI somewhere in Mississippi!” Smiling at her. The more I saw her the cuter she got. “Do your parents know where you are?” “They don’t give a shit, as long as we are not bothering them.” “Can I lay down too?’ “OK, but it looks like he has the best spot.” I Pointed to Billy. “That’s alright, I can fit OK here!” As she curled up on the front seat, her head against the window. I drove about 15 minutes and hit a huge pothole, her head bounced against the window hard, she shifted around putting her head in my lap as she did. She looked so innocent sleeping. I brushed her hair out of her eyes glancing down at her face. She mumbled something, smiled, and snuggled her head on my lap. I kept driving south. I was tired having driven for 5 hours already today. And stopped at a motel got a room I woke Charlene up. “I got a room if you two want to get some sleep and a shower. If not the highways only a block down.” Sounds great to me!” We tried to wake Billy up. Nothing doing, he was dead to the world. “We can leave him a note in case he wakes up, I’m no rapist or anything! There are two beds.” She giggled “I didn’t think you were.” We went in and turned on the TV. She watched it while I took a shower, when I got out, She got it. I sat on the bed and rolled another joint waiting for her to get out of the shower to light it. She had a hot little body I noticed as she brushed her hair and I told her so. She smiled at me said thanks then came over and we smoked the joint. Some stupid movie on, but being high we laughed watching it. She lay down with her face towards the TV, and her ass towards me, her legs bent up at the knees with her feet towards the ceiling crossed at the ankles, her knees were open about a foot or so. We finished smoking the joint. I noticed she had no panties on. Damn I thought, as I looked at her pretty little pussy, my dick was getting hard in my shorts. She passed the roach to me and stared at my crotch. “I can see your balls.” “Paybacks are hell Charlene, I can see your pussy too!” With that she opened her legs wider and told me to get a good look. Shy this girl wasn’t! “It isn’t nice to tease people.” “Who’s teasing?” Then she turned and gave me a kiss, stuck her hand in my shorts and grabbed my cock. I didn’t need a book to tell me what to do! I kissed her back and pulled her on top of me, her legs spread out and she humped me. I pulled her T-Shirt off, finally seeing her firm tits, putting one in my mouth I sucked gently on it’s hard nipple as her eyes rolled back and moaned. I squeezed her tight ass spreading it open and sticking my finger down the crack until I reached the slit of her pussy. Running my finger up and down getting it slick with her moisture. I rolled her over, slid down her, kissing all the way. Her pussy had the sweetest musky smell and her juice was thick and tasty. I ate her pussy as she grabbed my hair pushing my face between her thighs. “No one has ever eaten my pussy before, Oh Fuck, it feels so fucking good, uhhhhhmmmmm, Fuck yeah, eat me, Lick it!” I moved my tongue to her clit and her hips bucked up when she came, her legs squeezing my head, pulling my hair, Cumming hard as I continued to suck her clit. I stopped to take a breather and she pulled my shorts off, sucking my toes as she worked her way up to my cock. She knew what she was doing as she licked my balls then licked around the outside of them, using her lips to nibble then. She looked up with her pretty blue eyes and put her mouth on my hot cock, never taking them off mine. DAMN, this girl could suck, her mouth was so hot and her tongue swirling around the head poking it in my pee slit, then sucking back down. She kept it up for 10 minutes or so, always stopping when she felt I was nearing my orgasm, then resuming her oral assault on my cock. “Either let me Cum or fuck me!” She smiled and slid up rubbing her wet pussy along my leg leaving a trail of her pussy juice up it. She straddled my dick and slid her wet slit along it, teasing me mercilessly. My hips thrusting against her, trying to find her vaginal opening with the head of my hard cock. She would pull away and then return her torture of me, sliding it over her pussy lips. My cock was pulsating as I grabbed her hips. “I have to have you NOW!” I was desperate to feel her pussy on my cock. She took my dick tenderly in her hand and put it in her pussy slowly pushing down, her head leaned back her chest heaving as I filled her with my thick cock. She began to move her hips in a circle and put her hand to her pussy, letting her middle finger rub her clit. She was One HOT Fuck! For 19, she was WAY ahead of her time in the sex department. This girl could Fuck, and I was the one she was fucking! I started to pump my hips and she stopped me. “No, I want to do it. Don’t you Move, Let me fuck you! Oh GOD, you feel so good in me, Please let me fuck you!” She asked, in a pleading voice. So I just lay back and let her do the “Work” if you can call fucking this sweet pussy work. I reached up tweaking her hard nipples, one in each hand. Her breath coming faster, as she tickled her clit, while her hips started bouncing harder on me. Her tight belly sucking in as her orgasm started. I felt her pussy tighten up, her back went rigid and she sat on me shaking. Her passion overtaking her senses. “Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Do it, NOW, Fuck Me NOW!” I thrust my cock into her, holding her hips as if I was going to buck her off while holding her on. Then I came, from the tips of my toes to the end of my hair, I felt it. Shooting spurt after spurt of hot Cum in her. Looking at the sweat beads on her upper lip, as she ground her hips on me roughly, pushing her clit against me in a final spasm, her legs going weak, falling across my chest. As she lifted her pussy off me, some of our Cum dripped onto my belly. When she saw it she began to lick it off, moaning at the combined tastes. Damn she was nasty in such a good way, my kind of woman. We smoked another joint and I popped open a beer I had in my ice chest for us. Sucking the cold brew down, I kissed her again, thanking her for the best sex I had enjoyed in a long time. “I enjoyed it also, A LOT!” About that time a knock came at the door, I put my shorts on and she got her T-Shirt on just as I opened it. Billy stood there rubbing the sleep from his eyes saying it was pretty shitty of us. Leaving him in the car to get eaten alive by Mosquito’s. We laughed, telling him we had tried to wake his drunk ass up. I laughed even harder, thinking of how we were getting eaten up in here! Authors Note: This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened, it was only written for, You the Reader, and my own enjoyment only! I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) Thanks, mustanger7up Sweet Hitchhiker All characters are at least 18 years old.. *********** I saw him while I was pumping my gas, and he immediately got my attention. For one thing, we don't get all that many walking in my neck of the woods, because there's a whole lot of nothing around for miles and miles. Secondly, he was walking in one of our patented torrential rainstorms, and with the wind blowing and the lightning crackling, this was no night for a hike. I called out to the shadowy figure, who was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, but he couldn't hear me because of the noise of the storm, and continued walking. A car whizzed by him, and as it did, he turned around and stuck his thumb out. The car kept going, either not seeing him or just not interested in taking a chance in picking up a stranger on a night like this. After filling up, I hopped into the car and drove down the road. When I approached the young fellow, he turned and stuck out his thumb in a half-hearted manner, obviously not having had much luck so far. I slowed and pulled over about ten yards in front of him, and he ran up to me and opened the car door, looking in at me hopefully. "Hop in before you drown," I said, and he got in eagerly. "Thanks!" he said, apologizing for getting the seat wet. "Not much you can do about that on a night like this," I said. "Where are you headed?" "East." East was a direction, not a destination, and after we talked for a while I found out that he had taken a bus out to Chicago with the money he had gotten for graduating high school. It had been a dream of his to go to see the Cubs at Wrigley Field, but the trip didn't work out very well. The Cubs had lost, but what made the trip worse was the fact that he lost his wallet that first day, or had gotten it lifted by a pickpocket. Either way, the wallet had his bus ticket, his ticket for the next day's game, and most of his money in it, and he was stuck almost 600 miles from home. Two days later, he had managed to get about halfway. "Why didn't you call your folks?" I asked. "They would never let me forget it," he told me. "I have a habit of losing things and junk like that, and my mom didn't even want me to go because she was afraid I would do something stupid - like I did." "Won't they be worried about you?" "Nah. I wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow anyway," he said. "You'll never get there walking on roads like this." "I don't even know where I am." "You're about 40 miles from Buffalo," I told him. "I would take you there, but not in this weather. If you want to, you can stay with me tonight, and tomorrow morning I can drive you to Buffalo. My place is up ahead about two miles." "I really should keep going," he said, but his voice lacked any real conviction, and the loud clap of thunder that followed the lightning made us both flinch. "Up to you," I said, and as I neared the road my place was on, I pulled onto the shoulder of the road. "I turn off here," I said, before making him an offer I hoped he couldn't refuse. "Tell you what. If you want, you can stay with me tonight, and tomorrow morning I'll drive you to Buffalo, and you can catch a bus home from there." "But I don't have enough..." "I'll buy you the ticket, and you can mail me the money when you can," I told him in my most reassuring voice. "I used to do stuff like that when I was your age, and I remember how my parents were. This way, they'll never have to know." It took my young friend about a second to realize that he was getting an opportunity to get home without having to grovel to his parents, and he eagerly accepted my offer. "That would be great, mister," he said grinning from ear to ear. "I will pay you back too. I promise." "I'm sure you will," I said, turning onto my road. "Well, it's really nice of you." "One time when I was young, a man helped me out when I needed a hand, so I'm just passing it on. And please don't call me Mister. That makes me feel even older than I am. I'm Tom." "I'm Brad." I was certainly pleased to meet Brad, I thought to myself, a tad guilty about feeling like a wolf in the hen-house, but far too excited to care. The story about the man that helped me in my youth was true enough, and I planned to give young Brad the same kind of guidance that Mr. Scott had provided to me some 30 years ago. ********* My place, a small cottage that I used as a summer retreat, had all of the basics that I needed. A large screen TV and DVD player were just about the only modern features the place had, and a couch and a reclining chair with a lamp summed up the living room furnishings. A small kitchenette with a mini washer/dryer combo, a bedroom with a bed and night table, and a tiny bathroom with a shower was all I had and all I needed. I spent little time in the cottage, preferring to take hikes, go fishing, or just sit outside on the porch and enjoy the solitude. The two months I spent away from teaching were precious to me, and I enjoyed every moment. Still and all, there were times when I really wanted some company. Especially when the company was somebody like Brad. When he peeled off his sweatshirt, I could see that he was a skinny little fellow; probably about 5'7" and 120 pounds dripping wet. The Cubs t-shirt underneath was wet too, as were his pants. "You must be hungry," I said. "Why don't you go take a shower. I'll get your clothes cleaned and dried for you, and when you come out you can eat" Brad didn't seem enthusiastic about that, but his clothes were so wet he didn't have much of a choice, and the mention of food got his attention. He went into the bathroom and undressed, and when he was through he opened the door as little as he could to pass the soggy mess to me. I took the clothes and after Brad closed the door behind himself, I peeked through the crack in the door at him. Such a tiny little guy, I thought to myself as I enjoyed him walking to the shower. His hair was long and dirty blonde in color, and he had skinny legs and a cute butt with dimples, and I was hard almost immediately. He leaned into the shower to adjust the spray, and I felt light-headed as I saw the muscles in his thighs and ass strain, hoping and praying for him to turn around. Brad did turn around, just for a fleeting second, and when he did I nearly came in my pants when I caught a glimpse of his tiny flaccid dick wiggling beneath his little tuft of pubic hair. I forced myself to move away from the door - so tempted was I to run in and devour him. Patience, I told myself. Two soggy dollar bills, some change, a comb and a ticket stub from Wrigley Field. Those were the contents of Brad's pockets, as I emptied them before throwing them into the washer along with his t-shirt, white crew socks, and his white cotton underwear. Thirty inch waist, I noted. Setting the washer for a long cycle, I waited for the shower to turn off before getting it going, making us some soup and sandwiches. When the shower turned off, I started the wash and hustled into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. Settling on white pajamas with black stripes, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. My erection had not fully subsided, and the bulge was still very visible in the short pants. I tried to calm myself down, not wanting to scare the fellow off, and went back to the kitchen. Brad was peeking out of the bathroom, looking around for me. "Come on out Brad," I said. "It'll be a while until your clothes get done. I made us some dinner." Brad looked even smaller with the over-sized towel wrapped around his waist. His scrawny chest was hairless, as was most of the rest of his body. Brad's legs had just a little fur down on the insides of his calves, and he had only tiny wisps of hair under his arms as well. I set the bowls and plates on the table and sat down quickly, because I was getting hard again taking inventory of my guest. We ate heartily, and when the teapot whistled I remembered that I was planning on a little treat for us. "Peppermint Patties!" I explained as I made the hot chocolate, pouring in generous amounts of the Schnapps that gave it some extra kick. "Warm us up after being out in that mess." "Wow, this is really great Tom!" Brad said after sampling the drink, and he finished it off rapidly. "They sneak up on you, though," I cautioned Brad, but I quickly got up and made us a couple more. "Don't get decent TV reception up here," I said, leading Brad out to the living room after we finished eating, and herded him to the couch instead of the chair he had originally headed toward. "I do have some movies though. Feel like watching something?" "Sure," Brad said, holding his mug in one hand and gripping the knot that held the towel around him with the other. "Don't know what you like, but most young fellows like racy stuff, so you might like this," I said, putting the DVD in the machine and joining Brad on the compact couch. "Great TV," Brad said as I turned it on and dimmed the light. "What's the name of the movie?" "It's called "Bi The Way", I said, not mentioning the spelling of the first word in the title. "Have you seen it?" I knew he hadn't seen it, and judging by the look on his face as the action started, he hadn't seen anything like it before. As the movie began, a girl and a boy were making out in her bedroom, and as they stripped down and began getting intimate, I glanced over at Brad. His eyes were bulging and his jaw had dropped as he sat hypnotized. "Fellow as good looking as you must get all the girls," I suggested, as the boy in the film mounted the girl and began fucking her. "You've done that, right?" "Once," Brad said, unable to turn away from the screen. "That girl there is really cute." "Too bad we didn't find a girl hitchhiking on the way," I mused. "That could be us." The 'us' in the movie included an older man, presumably the girl's father, who had caught the two humping and was now getting undressed and planning on joining the action. "Is he going to screw her too - oh!" Brad said, watching the older man ignore the young lady and instead start to suck on the young guy's tool. "You ever do anything like that - you know - with one of your friends?" I asked, putting my hand on Brad's thigh, softly stroking the faint down on his soft skin, and he shook his head no. "Really?" I said, feigning surprise. "I thought young people were more adventurous these days. Never even thought about it?" "Uh - my friend Todd and me - one time we were bored and jerked each other off," he confessed while still watching the movie. "That must have been fun," I suggested. "It was okay. Better than doing it yourself, I guess." I heard Brad make a startled sound when the action on the screen grew a little more intense, as the older man had now mounted the younger fellow and was thrusting himself into his ass, while the younger man howled in pain and pleasure. "I guess it's safe to say you've never done anything like that," I mused, and Brad slowly shook his head as he watched. "That man's thing," Brad said. "It's so big. How did he..." "This movie's making me horny, how about you?" I asked, and the movie was not the cause, as I squeezed Brad's thigh a little tighter. "If you want to get yourself off while you watch, you can. I do that myself quite often. Maybe you'd enjoy it more if I helped you, like your friend Todd did?" Brad said nothing but was now looking at me instead of the screen, because my hand was moving up to the knot that held his towel together. "Let's get this damp thing off of you," I said as the knot opened up and I pulled the ends of the towel apart. "Oh, you are excited, aren't you Brad?" Brad's cock was hard - so hard it curled back toward his belly. His penis was very small; probably about 4 or 5 inches tops, and it was quite thin as well, but a more beautiful cock I could not remember ever seeing before. The skin on the underside of his circumcised member was stretched as tautly as piano wire, and with his cock laying on his belly, his balls were fully exposed. A surprising large and hairless sac which cradled a pair of nice sized balls, it seemed misplaced beneath the modest-sized dick above it. My hand came around his erect stem, cradling it softly in my grasp. Only the very tip of his acorn-shaped glans was visible when I held his dick in my fist, and I lightly grazed the tip of it which my thumb. A tiny pearl of pre-cum emerged from this gentle rubbing, and Brad made a tiny squeaking sound as I wiped it off. "You like me holding your cock?" I asked him, but Brad said nothing and just looked down at what I was doing. I leaned over and kissed his nipple, licking the tiny nub while starting to stroke his dick. Brad was moving his hips, attempting to make the stroking faster, but I maintained the same slow pressure and speed. "Here," I said, straightening up on the couch and directing Brad's hand down to my pajamas. Brad's eyes bulged wide when his hand came in contact with my cock, and he looked down at the obscene bulge that his hand was placed on top of. "Why don't you take mine out for me," I suggested softly in Brad's ear, popping open the snaps of my pajamas to make it easier for him, and eventually had to put his hand back on my cock myself, as he seemed frozen with fear at the thought. I shifted my hips around and tried to wriggle around to get my pajamas down far enough, and when my cock sprang free, I reveled in the look on Brad's face when he saw what he was holding. It was either shock or fear that Brad was experiencing, and I had to hold his hand down before he pulled it away. "It's okay Brad - it's okay," I reassured him, as his mouth opened and he let out an almost silent cry as he stared at what was in his grip. "Just hold it for me." I began moving my hips while Brad gripped my cock, and eventually his hand started moving as well, until his face contorted and he cried out. I glanced down just in time, as Brad's dick began spitting out cum like a geyser. Milky white gobs of cum shot in the air and landed on his stomach, chest and shoulders, and didn't stop until he had spurted out more than a dozen wads of semen. I kept pulling on his dick until he became limp again, and as the rest of his body relaxed as well, I tongued the semen off of his chest and stomach. His breathing had returned to normal, and he looked at me with a dazed expression. Unbuttoning my pajama top and shedding that as well as the bottoms, I leaned back on the couch and took Brad's hand again, giving him a look that I hoped gave him a clue. He seemed afraid to touch my cock, and while part of that may have been due to his not being used to being with a man, I suspect most of his trepidation stemmed from my cock, which was easily twice the size of his own, in both length and girth. When his hand finally gripped my cock near the base, I saw that his fingers were not able to fully get around it. With timid motions, his hand began sliding up and down my semi-turgid staff. "That's it, Brad," I said as he began stroking a little faster. "Here - maybe this will help." I reached down into the space between the cushions and found the tube of lube that I kept there, and squirted a little into my palm before working it into my cock. Brad's hand slid up and down faster and easier then, and I groaned as I became fully erect. "If you want - use both hands," I suggested, and Brad knelt next to me and put his other hand on my cock, holding me like a baseball bat as she began pumping it. The movie played on, but Brad had completely forgotten about it, and instead was concentrating on my cock, working his hlick hands up and down the entire length of it. I put my hand on Brad's hip, helping his balance while he really got into his work, now milking my cock with enthusiasm. My hand went down from his hips and to his balls, which were dangling low and loose. "You like your balls played with like that?" I asked Brad, while I kneaded his sac roughly, and he nodded. "You've got a beautiful pair on you." Brad's eyes got a glazed look on them while I churned his nuts in my palm, and I thought this might be a good time to move the action elsewhere. "Why don't we go and get more comfortable." *********** I took Brad into the bedroom, pulling down the sheets and turning on the little light on the side of the bed. Brad looked more scared now than he did before, staring at my greased erection which swayed like a metronome when I moved. "I don't know - I don't know how to do this," he finally said. "There's nothing to know," I told him as I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to minimize the outrageous differences in our size. I was easily a half foot taller than Brad, as well as outweighing him by 100 pounds, and he seemed very intimidated by me. My being as hairy as a bear was probably no help either, and for a second I was afraid he was going to bolt on me, clothes or no clothes. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," I assured him, reaching out my hand to him. "Are you going to do what that man in the movie did to the other guy?" he asked, clearly terrified at the prospect of his bottom being penetrated by me, but that was not something I had planned on doing to Brad, no matter how tempting a thought it may have been. "No, Brad," I told him. "I promise." Brad looked at my hand, unsure as what to do, and then came closer to me and reached out. As he moved toward me I slowly went down to my knees before him. Cupping his butt cheeks in my hands, my mouth enveloped his limp stem. I sucked on his dick with as much intensity and passion that I could muster while my hands kneaded his tight ass. I felt his dick start to show some life, and I moved my hands down the backs of his thighs and all the way down to his ankles before sliding them back upwards through the fine hairs on his calves. He was hard again by the time my hands came back up to his groin, and I held his stiff dick out of the way so I could suck on his nuts a little. Brad was squirming and fidgeting under this oral assault, and when I looked up at him through the little tuft of his pubic hair my face was buried in, he seemed to have lost his desire to leave. "Do you want me to do that to you?" he asked, and while I wanted that a whole lot, I shook my head. "Only if you want to." We climbed onto the bed, and Brad knelt next to me, taking hold of my cock. He went back to jerking me off, using both hands again, and I smiled. "That feels nice," I said. "Like you said, it's way better than doing it yourself." Brad smiled a nervous smile, and I rubbed his thigh as he ran his hands up and down the length of the shaft and over the ridge of the glans. "My friend Todd's dick is bigger than mine too," Brad said. "Not this big though. Yours is scary big - like the man in the movie." "But there's nothing to really be scared of, is there Brad?" "No," he admitted. "Wish my dick was like yours though. Mine is so little I was ashamed when you first saw it." "Don't you ever think that way. You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen," I told him. "Just looking at you makes me want to cum." And as I watched his arching stem bobbing up and down, I felt my nuts tingle as my orgasm rose up inside of me. While my ejaculation lacked the intensity and volume of Brad's, I'm sure it felt just as great as his did. He milked me until I went limp, and when he finally stopped, I eased him down and rolled on top of him. Brad's cock was hard when I wrapped my lips around it, and it stayed hard as I brought him to the brink of orgasm countless times. Each time drove him more crazy than the one before, and when I finally let him cum after teasing him for the longest time, his whole body shivered from the force of his orgasm. I siphoned every drop I could from him, churning his nuts with my hand as he shot his load down my throat. Sweet Hitchhiker I moved next to him after he came, wrapping my arm around his shoulder after pulling the sheet over us. We rested for a time, and Brad drifted off to sleep for a little bit. While he slept I took his clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer so that he would be ready to go early in the morning. After I went back to bed I looked at Brad's sweet young body for a long minute before turning off the light and cuddling up next to him. The moonlight that streamed in through the window was bright enough for me to see Brad way too well, and as he rolled around in his slumber I found my face next to his upraised arm. He was so close that my breath was making the tiny wisp of hair under his arm move, and I found myself leaning over and lightly kissing the soft fur, and then running my tongue over that little spray and enjoying his salty sweetness. I soon drifted off to sleep myself, inhaling Brad's delightfully natural aroma and dreaming of all the things I would have loved to have done with him if I only had more time. ******* The room was fairly dark, with only the faint moonlight providing illumination, when I heard Brad say my name softly. I didn't answer immediately, as I felt his hand on my flaccid cock, slowly pulling on it. Feigning sleep, I let Brad continue to play with my cock, enjoying the attention. His face was buried in the hair on my chest while he tugged away, and as I found myself getting hard, I rolled over onto my back while still remaining quiet. Brad began to move, and as I squinted at him I watched him kneel down at my hip. His shadowy figure bent down, and I felt his wet and pebbled tongue lick the tip of my cock several times. I grunted a little as the tongue was replaced by Brad's mouth, which enveloped the crown of my tool, and I felt him suck on it for a time before raising. "Tom?" he whispered. "Is this okay?" "Yes," I whispered back, realizing that he wanted to try to give me head in the comfort of the relative darkness, and when he heard my answer he did his best to satisfy me. It would be safe to say that my tool had never gotten a worse sucking than what Brad gave me, but in terms of sheer erotic pleasure, it was incredible. His innocence was fully evident in the way his teeth scraped against the tender skin of my glans, yet I found the discomfort pleasurable in a way I have trouble explaining. Brad was trying so hard to please me, and after he realized he was not able to take much of me into his mouth, he concentrated on the head and used his fists on the shaft. Not being as young as I used to be, it took me a while to cum, but I kept running my hands through Brad's hair as he worked on me, encouraging him which groans and moans. When I was about to cum, I let him know, and was pleasantly surprised when he took my seed willingly, allowing me to spurt my cum down his throat with only a slight gagging sound. Brad continued to lavish his oral attention on my cock long after it had gone limp, and as he practiced he became able to stuff more and more of my limp tool into his mouth. It seemed that once he had gotten over his initial nervousness, he couldn't get enough of my cock. I finally had to coax him off of me about ten minutes later when my tool started to get sore from all his attention. "Was that okay?" he asked as he crawled up to the head of the bed and joined me. "It was more than okay, Brad," I said, kissing him on the forehead. "It was great." He hugged me after hearing that, and as he did I felt his dick poke into my hip. "That excited you when you did that to me, didn't it?" I asked, chuckling softly at the remarkable recuperative powers of youth. I reached down and found his stiff dick, rubbing it slowly as I tried to figure out what he would like. Then it struck me. "I've had you cum with my hand and with my mouth," I reminded him. "Is there anything else you would like to experience?" ***** I got up to my hands and knees while Brad climbed up behind me, having told me what he wanted to try. I had gone out to the couch and retrieved the tube of lubricant, even though I didn't think it would be necessary, and now Brad was nervously sliding his greased finger into my ass. After a couple of timid jabs, Brad began really working his digit inside the warm cavity. Enjoying his rough probing, I moved my hips against his motions while telling him I was ready when he was, but he seemed to be enjoying what he was doing, and even began squeezing my balls with his other hand. "Spread my cheeks apart," I told him after he said he was ready, hoping that that my ample sized butt wouldn't make it too tough for his modest member to reach the goal. He did manage to get the head of his dick into me as he held my buttocks apart with both hands, and I responded by letting out a loud moan, much like the recipient in the movie had done. "You okay Tom?" Brad asked nervously. "Fine," I said, hardly feeling the tiny probe but wanting to make it enjoyable for him. We got disengaged several times when Brad got overly enthusiastic with his thrusts, but I managed to keep him inside me for the most part while he hugged me around the waist and pumped for all he was worth. As he got into the rhythm, one of Brad's hands reached down and grabbed my cock, pulling and stretching it while he made his compact thrusts. Soon Brad cried out, and I felt my insides get coated by his warm seed while he squeezed me tightly, and after he came he collapsed onto the bed next to me. "Did you like that?" I asked him. "It felt so good," he announced. "It felt so tight! I didn't want to hurt you." "No, it felt very nice, Brad," I assured him, putting my arm over his hip and eventually drifting off to sleep. ****** We woke up fairly early the next morning, and after breakfast I drove him to Buffalo as I had promised. I went into the bus depot with him and bought him a ticket home, and when he insisted on my address so that he could repay me, I grabbed a timetable and scribbled on it, stuffing it in his pocket as they made the last call for his bus. "Thanks Tom," Brad said as he boarded the bus. "Thank you for everything." The pleasure was mine, and I waved goodbye to him as the bus rolled away. I hadn't given him my address, but instead had written him a short note, wishing him well in the future. There was no need for him to pay me back, because he had given me much more that night than I could ever have asked for. ********* thank you for reading Sweet Hitchhiker Still his mind was racing with the new feelings and sensations his captors had awakened in him. He wondered how much he could blame on the effects of the drug since the memories alone were causing his cock to twitch in his jeans. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a car. As he turned, his eyes became fixed on a red sports car fast approaching. "Ohhhh, God."