2 comments/ 42578 views/ 4 favorites Hitching By: starova I met Frances Bueno, (Siss) at the St Joseph's learn-to-dance at about the time I was getting too old to continue dancing there. At 18 I was one of the older ones and was beginning to dance elsewhere as well. There were 2 occasions during my time with Frances that I could have made more progress in my social life. Once she told me she was at home 'all on my lonesome'. In a round-about way, I was invited to visit her at home with her parents absent. I was vaguely aware of her invitation, but unaware how to respond. The other one was during one of our necking sessions, I accidentally rubbed her tit. I apologised profusely, and she said 'That's OK'. Years later, I read that to mean 'You can do that again if you like'. Siss and I went to Willetts, a dance hall in Prahran. We would go back to her place in Gardenvale and I'd take 30 or 40 minutes pashing to say good night at her front gate. I used to hitch-hike home from her place every week, about 10 miles total, (16 kilometres) along Hawthorn Road and Glenferrie Road to White Horse Road, then east to Union Road, Balwyn. I was picked up, and given a lift by the same driver more than once. I always enjoyed the different cars and talked to the drivers about their cars all the time. There were mostly English and American cars around at that time in the early 60s. There were Austins and Morrises, Hillmans and once, an English Ford Pilot V8, stopped. Also Valiants, Ford Falcons, Volkswagens, Holdens, Chevs, a Buick once whose driver told me it had a straight 8 motor, a Ford Mercury and Chryslers. I loved the American cars for their power and ostentation. My favourites were the Ford V8s. Drivers of other European cars rarely stopped and gave me a ride. I didn't resent drivers ignoring me. I was grateful to be given a free ride at any time, as transport was free by courtesy of others' generosity. A man in a Wolseley stopped for me and I asked him about his car. I forget the details but I don't think he knew very much about it. He had a deep voice and seemed to speak smoothly as a confident person would. He asked me about my clothes. I wondered about his interest in fabric as he felt the material of my trousers. He dropped me off about half way home and I hitched another ride home. A few weeks later a Wolseley stopped again and the usual greetings and comparisons of destinations were worked out as I climbed in and he drove on. There was something familiar about him and I asked had he picked me up before. He said he hadn't but I was sure he had. I told him his voice sounded similar to another Wolseley driver and that I thought it was him. When he asked about my clothes, I was almost certain. He began feeling my pants again. That confirmed it. I said, 'Last time I was in a Wolseley, the man asked about my pants too.' I think he was self conscious and a bit embarrassed about having the same conversation 2 times. He admitted, 'I remember now. You're right. I have picked you up before.' I started to wonder why he was interested in my pants. At age 18, I was very naïve and just accepted it as something I didn't know about grown-ups. He offered to drive me further than usual and we turned into the road leading to my suburb about 6 miles away. After driving for a few miles I kept asking him if he was going too far out of his way and he said he didn't mind. He asked about the fabric in my pants again and I answered, 'I don't know much about it.' I think he mentioned something about Gaberdine as he reached over and felt my leg. I thought his hand was too close to the top of my leg. He kept his hand there and even moved it higher while he was driving. Then his little finger was touching one of my balls. It seemed her was more interested in touching me than the fabric of my clothes. I thought he was being far too familiar. I was shocked and embarrassed, but he was generously giving me a ride and probably going out of his way. He kept his hand on the top of my leg until he needed to change gears. I moved away as far as I could and jammed my legs together, and after sitting like that for a while I began to feel ridiculous, so I relaxed and resumed a more normal position on the passenger seat. After another mile, he reached for me again and was touching my fly buttons. I was unable to find the right thing to say to stop him. He wasn't being rough, but he was insistent. He tried to get his hand on me so I moved my leg to give him space for his hand so he wouldn't touch my dick. He kept asking me where to drive and I started to think he wanted to do things to me. I didn't want anyone to know what was happening, so I directed him up to the end of the wrong street. He stopped the car when he had driven as far as he could. I said 'Thanks for the ride. I can walk home from here.' He said 'Where do you live?' I said, 'I just walk down the lane to my place.' He said, 'Let me feel that fabric. I want to see how it was weaved.' He sounded very friendly and interested. He had driven me almost all the way home and I didn't know how I could say 'NO' to him when he went out of his way for me, but I felt very uncomfortable. He felt my leg again and he started touching my dick really softly. Even though I liked girls I was getting aroused. I felt very ashamed of myself. I was very embarrassed to be getting aroused when a man was touching me. I could feel my penis starting to swell up. 'Let me undo your pants for a minute.' I wished I could think of something to say to stop him. When he undid my fly buttons, he put his hand inside my pants and started feeling for my penis. I wondered how unusual it must be for someone who you don't even know to put their hand inside someone else's clothes and get a hold of their dick. 'That can't be very comfortable caught in there', he said. 'You need much more space when your penis is that big.' He stretched the waist band of my underpants and with his other hand, he groped for my penis. I hoped he wouldn't find it but at the same time I knew he would. His insistent fingers located my stiffy and released it from my underpants. Now my dick was out and he could see it and feel it. I was too scared to even touch it myself. He was able to do whatever he wanted with me. He told me it was much bigger than his. He seemed to be impressed with what he saw. Why was it so big when I didn't even want it to get stiff? He asked me, 'How long has it been since you had an orgasm?' 'Not too long,' I said. Why did he want to know about me having a pull? I wished it would go back down but it just seemed to get bigger and bigger while he was touching it so softly. I was hoping he would let it go so I could go home, but he said, 'I'll just taste it for a minute. Do you mind?' I couldn't say no because I did mind, and I couldn't say yes because I didn't know how to stop him after he drove me home and everything. I wanted him to stop holding my stiffy with his hand, so the thought of it touching his face was even worse. I think he was about thirty-five years old, so what interest could he possibly have for someone as young as me? Somehow me being that much younger didn't worry him too much. He bent down and put my stiffy right in his mouth and was licking it. It was the best feeling I had ever had, but it only made me feel guiltier and guiltier. I looked down at the back of his head while he was licking my dick hoping he would stop in a minute. I was thinking how horrible it would feel to have someone's dick in your mouth. But he kept licking it and sucking it. Then it felt like his tongue was licking up around the top of my dick. I couldn't believe how stiff and hard it made my cock get. It only made me more excited and I started to think I was going to squirt my semen in his mouth. I tried really hard to stop building up, but he just kept sucking me off and sucking me off. I wanted him to stop doing all these things to me, but he just kept on sucking and licking me over and over. My face flushed and the uncontrollable arousal in my throbbing dick and my balls got worse and worse. Then I felt the intense feelings stiffening me up even further. I told him, 'You're going to make me come if you don't stop.' He just kept licking me very softly and I couldn't stop the muscles in my cock and at the top of my legs started twitching and twitching. I couldn't make them stop and they made me climax. This caused all my semen to squirt out. He kept it in his mouth while I just kept squirting it and squirting it in. He swallowed it and I was struck dumb. What had just happened to me? I had done something I never even imagined anyone could do. I got out of the car and found my legs were wobbly. He had taken advantage of me and I felt powerless to stop him. He didn't even say 'See you later.' He just started the car up and drove away. I was alone. I stood on the road in the middle of the night with the guiltiest conscience and the hardest erection. I just wanted everything to go away and be different, or maybe if I could just disappear forever I could stop feeling the way I did. My dick was still throbbing and would not soften for some time. I tried to push my cock sideways so it would fit back in my pants but it was too painful. Luckily for me, no one came along at that time of night. I waited for about another ten minutes for it to get soft again so I could bend it and put it away and go home. Hitching Home It is easier if I just tell it how it happened, I was 20 and hitch hiking home from visiting my girl friend. I was getting desperate for a lift when a large jaguar pulled up, as I opened the door I was facing a guy in his mid 40's who was smartly dressed, when I told him where I was headed he told me to hop in as he passed close to where I wanted. I knew from past experience that it took about 4 hours to drive from here so thought I might as well get comfortable. We talked as we went and I found out his name was Steve and he travelled all over the country as a rep selling electrical components "It gets boring driving around the country but I am well paid so I put up with it "he told me "And I get loads of sex so that makes it O.K. " he added "You get lots of pussy then? " I asked him, enjoying the risqué conversation. Steve gave me a sly grin. "I get lots of everything, if you know what I mean " I didn't understand and told him so "Well anyone can give you a blow job and you can fuck more than just pussy. " He was laughing as he told me and could see my embarrassment "Haven't you ever tried it " I shook my head in answer, as I did not know what to say. "Open the glove box " he told me "take a look at some of those magazines " I did as he told me and began flicking through the mags, the first one was a guy and woman fucking and having a 69 but the second one was something I had never seen before, 2 guys playing with each other and sucking each others cocks. I sat there open mouthed staring at the pictures amazed at the size of their cocks and without realizing what I was doing began rubbing the front of my jeans as my cock hardened. Steve was laughing at me "well I can tell you like that then " I nodded my head and said;"I have never seen a cock that big it's massive "I hadn't noticed but Steve had pulled the car off the road into a rest area and we were in the far corner on our own. "Tell me would you like to see a big cock for real "he asked me. I nodded my head and watched as he unzipped his pants and I gasped as he pulled his cock out, it wasn't stiff but must have been 6`` already and looked fantastic. "What do you think of that then, do you like it " I licked my lips and managed a "Yes "but couldn't say more as I marvelled at his gorgeous cock. Steve began to wank himself slowly until his dick stood proud ,it really was a fantastic sight. "How big is it " I asked him as I rubbed my own cock through my jeans. "I am just over 8`` and 3`` thick do you want to touch it? " he asked me. "I won't know what to do " I told him which made him laugh. "Do you wank yourself off " he said and when I nodded he answered, "Well just do the same thing to me." I leaned across and wrapped my hand around his shaft and slowly started to wank him, I could feel the heat from his member and was amazed at just how hard he felt. Steve asked me if I wanted to take my own dick out but I shook my head. "Why not I have got mine out don't be afraid " I began to blush as I told him I was ashamed of my cock compared to his. Steve leaned over me saying "Nonsense it doesn't matter how big it is as long as you get pleasure " he pulled my flies open and fished out my little 5`` dick which felt harder than at any time in my life. "There you go " he stroked my little cock and fondled my balls and before I could stop myself cum was spurting all over his hand. I didn't know what to do but Steve did, leaning over he licked my juices up until I was cleaned up. I was anxious to apologise but Steve laughed it off. "Don't be sorry mate it proves you enjoyed it " Without him asking me I knew Steve would like me to reciprocate so I ducked my head down and put my mouth round the head of his cock as I continued to wank him as fast as I could. I am not sure what I expected but I wasn't ready for him to flood my mouth with his spunk, gagging I swallowed as much as possible and then licked up what had escaped on to my hand. "God you sure are an expert at that " he gasped as he tidied himself up "I thought you said you didn't know what to do, you really are an expert cock-sucker." Now it was my turn to shook him "That was my first time, I have never done that before " I could see the surprise on his face as I said it and I knew it would not be the last blow-job I would give. Hitching the Coastline Or The Secret Spot When I was younger I lived on a stretch of craggy, windswept coastline in California. It was picturesque and beautiful, but rather sparsely populated. I was used to having to hitch a ride to visit people as I still didn't have a car. If I'd worked more at it, my parents always said that they would help me out with one, but I was more interested in surfing as much as possible and holding down a regular nine-to-five would have been torture for me. So it wasn't anything out of the ordinary for me to go thumb a ride down south a little ways and find some waves on another beautiful Nor Cal day. I had my surfboard and my backpack containing some food, water and my wetsuit and started walking Cliffside along the road. I had already walked a couple of miles with only two cars passing by. The proposition of catching a ride was beginning to look bleak. It helped that I was clearly just a simple teenage surfer trying to get into some waves and not some bearded vagrant, yet still there were no bites. Suddenly a black BMW came around the bend toward me. He was traveling the opposite way, so I didn't stick out my thumb, but he looked at me and our eyes locked as he passed. Likely sensing I needed something, he rolled to a stop and backed up as I stopped walking. He rolled his window down to speak as the gravel crunched beneath the slowing tires. "You need a ride or something?" he asked. He looked to be about fifty years of age and had quite a bit of gray hair mixed in with the remainder of his receding dark locks. He wore aviator sunglasses and had a look of an executive type that probably was lucky enough to live in one of the mansions along the coast. "Well, I was just trying to thumb a ride down south a little ways to get to a surf spot. It's about 10 miles from here," I responded. I felt my heart race at the prospect of a ride. Though it was still morning, it was heating up quickly. I could practically feel the air conditioning and leather seats already. "Well, I'm heading up a couple miles to grab a coffee and a newspaper, but if you want to join me, I'll take you the rest of the way after that," he suggested. "Yeah, that would be great!" I said, and darted across the road toward his waiting car. He had bicycle racks on the roof, and I always carried straps in my bag in case I was lucky enough to get a ride with racks, so I wouldn't risk having the wax of my surfboard get on their seats or have to stick the nose out the window as we drove. Securing the board to the racks, I hopped in the passenger seat and felt the blast of the a/c hit me, cooling me instantly. "Thanks a lot! I hadn't seen anyone out for a while," I said, buckling up. "No problem. You know, hitching a ride isn't usually the smartest idea. You never know who you might meet," he said. "Jim," he said as he extended his hand toward me. "Michael," I said as I shook his hand with as firm a grip as I could muster. He wore a pair of shorts with flip flops and a button-down Hawaiian T-shirt. His car was clean and free of any clutter. He was darkly tanned and had some classic rock playing softly on the radio. I placed my bag on the floor between my feet and lifted up my shirt a little to let the air get at my sweaty torso. I didn't want to sweat on his leather seats. "Yeah, well I'm a pretty good judge or character. I've been doing it for years. I'll get a car one of these days," I responded. He drove off down the winding road. "You live around here?" I asked. "Just a couple miles back," he said. "My house is actually right on the beach. I try to get out and bodysurf as much as I can, but the water temperature just kills me." He looked me up and down as he drove. "You look hot," he said. "Have you been walking long?" "For a couple miles. The air feels great in here. Thanks again for picking me up," I said, still shaking out my shirt for the sake of ventilation. "Don't worry about it. I just need to get a little coffee and a paper over here. They never seem to want to deliver to my house. It's not the easiest place to get to, I guess," he said. "So, are you in high school, then?" he asked. "Well, I just finished, but I'm not ready to start college yet and get a job. I'm more interested in surfing as much as I can while I still can. My parents want all that, but I'll start when I'm ready," I responded, having heard this line of questioning many times before. People always made me out to be the archetypical California surf bum, which was probably not far off the mark. I was used to it. "That's understandable. Just remember that if you apply yourself and make time for both you can have more when you get older instead of just working all the time. That's what I did, and now I'm retired and can do whatever I want," he said. It made sense, but I was young and didn't want to think about retirement age issues. "So do you have a girlfriend or anything?" he asked, continuing to make conversation. I thought he might have looked down at my crotch when he spoke, though it was difficult to tell with his dark glasses on. "Well, I've dated a bit, but nothing regular. I'm more interested in getting in the water than getting in some dumb girl's pants, I guess. Plus I don't have a car, so that's kind of a necessity with the girls around here," I said. "Well, that's a necessity with most girls anywhere you'll find, but I agree - girls can be a complete pain the ass. I'd rather not be tied down as well. I'd much rather do what I want with whomever I want, you know?" he said, and he reached over to pat my knee for a moment, looking down at me through his aviator glasses. "You're a good looking guy, I'm sure there are plenty of girls lined up to meet someone like you," he continued. He smiled at me as he spoke and he didn't leave his hand there. The brief touch set me on my guard, but I let it go. He was a good looking guy, and though he had to be about fifty, he looked to be in pretty good shape. It's always difficult to tell when someone is sitting, but he didn't even look like he had much of a belly on him. We pulled up to the coffee store, and he said, "I'll be right back. Do you want anything?" "No thanks," I replied. I didn't want to impose further than I already had. He hopped out of the car and ran inside. I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes, letting the cool air wash over me. His compliments toward me seemed a little funny but he was probably just being a nice guy. The sound of the door suddenly opening startled me and I sat back up. We drove off down the road where we came. Soon, we approached a section of road that I knew pulled away from the cliffs, and he stated, "I live right down here. Do you want to see it? You might have a surf spot you don't even know of yet." I thought about it and said, "Sure, I guess so." Maybe I would find something I didn't know about. He seemed nice enough, too. It would be great to have a more local spot that wasn't such a hike to get to. He pulled off the road and we headed down a series of switchbacks, passing through some dense trees and then angling toward where I felt the beach should be. Suddenly a modest, modern appearing home appeared and we stopped on the side of it. It wasn't huge, but it was certainly bigger than mine. There were tall windows in the front, and a nicely manicured landscaping around with stones, grass, and flowers thoughtfully placed in a faux-Asian motif. We stepped out, and leaving my board on the roof, we walked to his front door. "I can see why they don't want to deliver down here," I said. He smiled back at me as we approached the door. Even from the front, the large windows afforded a view straight though his living room to the ocean behind. He opened the door and we entered a very open home, tastefully decorated with ocean photos and paintings. The furniture was very modern and contemporary. I would have been afraid to sit down on it lest I ruin anything. We walked through to the back and entered the equally landscaped backyard. I gazed out on the ocean and noticed the waves were quite good here. The swell direction was working well and the north swell seemed to be wrapping around a large series of rocks to the right of the beach we were so close to. "What do you think?" he asked. "Wow, it's incredible! You live here? It's beautiful here!" I responded. He even had a small pool to the left side of the house. This place was just paradise. "Yeah, I like it. You can go out here if you want. I'm not doing anything today, so I don't mind. I'll probably just lay out for a while anyway," he said. "Sure! Thanks!" I said, and I ran to get my board and bag from the car. Collecting the items, I came back though the house and set them on the grass. I rummaged through my back and pulled out my wetsuit and towel. I stripped off my shirt and wrapped the towel around my waist. He pulled up an Adirondack chair into the sun and kicked off his sandals. He pulled his shirt off as well, revealing a tanned body with sparse chest hair. He had a small belly that one would expect a fifty two year old retiree to have, but overall looked quite fit. I started to pull the Velcro closure around my boardshorts and remove them with the towel securely around me. "You've got a real nice body, there. You must surf all the time," he said. "Yeah, as much as I can. Thanks," I responded. I was becoming more and more aware of his eyes on me as I started to pull down my shorts. I wonder if he's gay, I though to myself. Then, looking out at the water, I didn't much care right now. I pulled the shorts off and began to try and manipulate my feet into the wetsuit. Getting one foot in, I started to attempt the other, lost my balance and fell on my side. This dislodged the knot in my towel and made it fall to the side. I quickly tried to cover myself, but it was difficult with two feet stuck in 4mm of neoprene around my ankles. Jim laughed at my awkwardness and said, "You need some help?" He walked over behind me and scooped his arms under my armpits, hoisting me, further exposing myself. I kept my back turned to him and I could swear as he lifted my up I could feel his dick pushing against my bare ass through his shorts. I yanked up the wetsuit over my waist quickly and then turned toward him. "Thanks," I said, embarrassed. "I'm usually much better at that." "No problem. There's nobody out here to see anything anyway. Just us guys. That's why I like it so much. Hell, I usually just walk down to the beach and lay out nude. I never see anyone out here on this stretch. No need to feel modest here," he said. He adjusted his shorts a little and though they were a little baggy, it was easy to notice the outline of his dick as it hung down his left leg. The moment I noticed I was looking at it, I snapped back to attention and started to pull the rest of my wetsuit on. He smiled at me as I finished and zipped up. I grabbed my board and headed down a little walkway to the sand. He followed me out as I looked out at the water, searching for channels and currents as I'd never been here before. Choosing my plan of attack, I ran out into the surf and began paddling out through the cold water. I was thankful for the chill as I was starting to get a hard on being watched like that. I had never had any interest whatsoever in other guys or gay sex, or anything remotely even bisexual. The situation was enough to make me nervous, but as I enjoyed challenges and adversity, it was exciting at the same time. I soon put it out of my mind as I stroked into my first wave of the day. It was about head high and clean and I was having a ball. I couldn't believe I had never seen this spot before, and what's more – I was the only one out. After surfing for a couple hours, I saw Jim lying out on the beach on a towel, apparently reading the paper. I was getting a little hungry, so I took a wave in to the beach and walked up toward Jim and his him overlooking the cove. "I'm just going to grab some food out of my bag," I said. "What have you got in there?" he asked. "Just a Snickers bar. It keeps my energy up," I responded. "No, I won't hear of it. Let me make you something. Come on up," he said as he got up off his towel. I tried to refuse, but he stopped me as soon as I opened my mouth. "Don't worry about it, come on. I don't usually have company over. I insist." I sat my board on the grass again and unzipped my wetsuit. I pulled the top down and grabbed my towel again, wrapping it securely around my waist. I yanked off the suit and hung it on a nearby chair. I walked into the house, sure to wipe my feet and accompanied Jim into the kitchen. Everything was tiled in granite and clearly a lot of work had gone into it. He threw together a quick sandwich for me and dropped in onto a plate for me. He then took out some juice from the fridge and mixed in some powder. "This is a protein powder I use after I work out. It does wonders for the muscles. Try it!" he said. I thanked him and consumed it all quickly with the sandwich. "You've really got a great body, there," he said. "I wish my body was half as tight as yours. Hitting fifty really starts to work on you." "Naw, you look fine. My Dad's fifty and he doesn't look anywhere near as fit as you," I responded. I was trying to be nice and return the compliment, but I meant it, too. "You think so? I don't know, it's hard to maintain a decent physique. I try to hit the weights in my little gym I have set up here. I ride my bike a lot, so my legs are in shape, but I wish I could get it to look like you. Then I'd be doing pretty well!" he said. He looked like he was adjusting his shorts a little behind the island counter in front of me. "Well, I think you're doing pretty well already. This is a great house," I said. "Thanks. Here, let me show you around," he said. I followed him into different rooms, all cleanly arranged. The office, the spare room, even the gym he had set up in one room. Finally, he showed me the master bedroom. It had a large king-size bed and a huge floor-to-ceiling window looking out at the ocean. "Here's where the action happens!" he said, laughing. He leaned against the door frame as I walked inside and looked around. It was decidedly larger than my living room at home, with a huge flat screen TV mounted on the wall. I turned toward him and he was lightly adjusting his crotch through his shorts and looking at mine. I was suddenly feeling very underdressed and exposed, so I told him it looked great and started for the door. As I started to go around him, I felt his hand graze my penis. A shock went through me. It was done in a way to make it feel nonchalant, but he had to have meant it. I froze for a millisecond and felt his hand push up against my crotch. Realizing what was happening; I came to and turned to walk down the hallway. His body pushed against me going through the narrow doorframe and my towel came undone. I quickly grabbed for it, but the rear fell away and exposed my ass to him again. "Well, I think I've seen that before," he said. "Sorry," I said quickly, and I clumsily spun around to conceal myself, but stepped on the towel, falling on my back on the hard tile floor. He laughed and stooped to help me up. I was trying to frantically grab the towel, but he was standing on it as he helped me up, which made me now completely naked in front of him. "Can I have my towel, please?" I said, placing my hands over my stiffening dick. "Relax. You don't need a towel around here. We're just guys. Like I said, I'm naked all the time around here," he said, and he kicked the towel toward the bedroom behind him. I started to go around him, but he moved his body to bock the narrow hallway. His hand went to the thick hanging outline in his shorts and gently rubbed it. "As a matter of fact, that's a good idea you've got there. When in Rome..." he said and he quickly yanked down his shorts, kicking them off to the floor next to him. "There now, that's much better." His cock flopped out and hung toward the floor. It was uncircumcised and was completely shaven. It wasn't hard, but was swelling in size and was already nearly twice the length of mine and much thicker. His thick foreskin completely covered the head of his cock and pouted as it pointed toward his feet. His hand gently stroked its length. "Sorry, um, Jim, I really think I should put my towel back on," I said nervously, but couldn't tear my eyes from his huge penis. I felt my own dick stiffening rapidly as I tried in a futile attempt to hide it. I was about six inches in length erect. Not terribly big, but big enough to keep my hands from concealing it. I was a pretty fit guy and was confident in my abilities to defend myself, despite him being a larger guy than me. I could have run right there, I could have fought him right there, but I didn't. In fact, I was transfixed on his huge cock hanging before me. I had seen a few pornos before but never any gay ones. When a guy had a huge dick I would sometimes feel a bit jealous and would concentrate as much on the actor's cock than the women getting fucked. Here there was no woman, no video; just me and this older man naked in his house standing before each other. I couldn't take my eyes off his thick penis. Noticing this, he stroked it gently as it arced away from his tanned abdomen, toward the tile below. My cock was at full attention now, despite my apprehension of the situation. He broke the silence and said, "Do you like what you're looking at?" My eyes snapped up to him. "What? No! That's not why I came here, Jim. I think I should go now." "Do you want me to drive you home?" he asked. "Yeah, that would be a good idea," I said, trying not to look at the tool in his hand. I began to feel a little spacey and there was a mild wave of euphoria rushing over me. My face felt flushed and I was becoming more at ease with the situation, but I was intent on holding my ground. "Tell you what. I'll give you a ride home, but first why don't you relax a little. I can see you're interested in what I'm holding here. Don't be afraid. Look at you – you're hard as a rock!" he said. "I'm not afraid!" I said, defensively. "I just thought you were bringing me here so I could surf." My eyelids were feeling a little heavy and I swayed slightly where I stood. My eyes moved back to his cock. The more I looked on it, the more I thought it was beautiful. It was thick, long and being shaved, it had a clean, sleek look to it. His testicles swung low between his legs. The thick, veiny foreskin covering his cock was beginning to retract and now covered about have the bulbous mushroom head of his manhood. As he stoked it gently back and forth it would briefly expose the head and then cover it back up. It was like being hypnotized and I felt my own cock ache at this sight. I still kept my hand over my own, much smaller hard-on, but my grip on it loosened as he approached me. "You look a little tired, Mike. Why don't you sit down for a minute?" he said. I meant to hold my ground and move away from him, but my voice involuntarily spouted off, "Yeah, let me sit for a minute." He took me by the shoulder and guided me over to the couch. I sat down and he reached for a remote control nearby. He turned on the large flat-screen TV against the wall and fumbling with a few buttons, started what appeared to be a porno. It was a straight video, just the type I was used to watching. A large breasted woman was on her knees before a large, muscular guy with a huge cock. She took it in her hands and started sucking it back and forth. I watched the video in front of me intently and it only made my cock ache more. My hand moved to stroke it gently. Jim turned toward me, stoking his own dick. It was now fully erect and had a very slight downward angle to it, where mine pointed almost straight up. He stood in front of me and my eyes turned to his thick cock. There was precum oozing from the tip now. It must have been close to ten inches in length, I decided. I was still a little fuzzy, yet at the same time completely turned on. It was a mildly confused state, and sitting, I didn't feel the dizziness I was experiencing while standing. He stroked his magnificent penis directly in front of me as I stroked mine. "So, how do you like this? A little bigger than yours, isn't it?" he asked. Hitching the Coastline "Yeah, bigger," was all I could say. I was completely hypnotized by his rigid cock. "Do you like watching that girl suck on his cock?" he asked. "Yeah," I said, continuing to stroke myself, never taking my eyes off his fat dick. "I think you'd like to try that yourself. I'll bet you'd like to see what this big cock feels like in your mouth, wouldn't you?" The alarms that were screaming in my head earlier were now far away. I simply stared at his beautiful penis slack-jawed. He moved his left hand on to my shoulder and gently pulled me toward him. His cock was right in front of me. My senses appeared heightened. I could smell his heady, musky scent and could hear the skin moving over his cock as he caressed himself. I swear I could even feel the heat coming off his cock, now inches before my face. He moved his hips toward me and his cock touched my lips. Part of me wanted to turn away, but I was still completely at his whim. He moved the head of his cock gently from side to side across my lips, and they parted involuntarily. I was drunk with euphoria as drops of precum lubricated my lips and touched my tongue. His sigh was almost deafening in my ears. "Open your mouth," he said softly to me. I was oblivious to the moving pictures behind him. My mouth obeyed and parted further. He then gently moved his rigid, uncircumcised penis into my mouth. My lips fell around it and for the first time my tongue felt a cock running over its surface. It was velvety smooth yet rigid, and I had to stretch my mouth a little to accommodate its girth. "Yeah, that's it. You've got my cock in your mouth now. Feels good, doesn't it?" he said. I couldn't respond. I was too focused on this piece of meat moving in and out of my waiting mouth. He pushed me back into the couch and rested his knees on either side of my hips. He started to push his dick deeper into my mouth. It started to gag me as it touched the back of my throat. "Easy, Mike. Just relax your throat. You're doing great. Take it deeper into your mouth," he said hovering over me. I tasted the salty precum from his cock as he withdrew to my lips and pushed deeper into my mouth, fucking my mouth now. His paced increased to a steady rhythm. My pulse bounded in my ears as I sucked this man's thick cock. My hands moved to his buttocks as he continued to force his tool into my throat, pausing occasionally to push deeper past my uvula and tonsils. The gagging relaxed and I could feel his gargantuan head stretch my throat. I breathed laboriously through my nose. "Yeah, that's it, boy. Suck that dick down your throat!" he growled as he fed me his manhood. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and walked out of the room. I sat on the couch in shock, watching the two actors on the TV now fuck furiously on a bed. She had his legs wrapped around him and he plunged his long cock in and out of her waiting pussy. She called to him over and over to keep fucking her as her breasts swayed back and forth with each thrust. Just then, Jim came briskly back into the room holding a tube of some sort. His thick cock bounced up and down as he strode toward me. I hadn't moved an inch from my position on the couch. He then roughly pulled me to my feet and it snapped me from my stupor. He briskly spun me around and pushed me down onto the couch, facing the TV. I felt his hands move over my buttocks as he held me down. Confused, I started to try to get up, but he pushed his weight down on me, pinning me fast. "Oh no," he said. "We're continuing this right now!" I felt something cool and slick enter my ass cheeks. I realized what was happening, but my eyes kept watching the video before me. On it, the man rolled the girl over and began fucking her doggy style. "No, wait, wait," I started. "What are you going?" I asked without much emphasis. "Well, Mike – I'm about to stick my dick into your ass. Much like that guy is doing on TV right now. I'm going to fuck you, Mike. You're going to take my dick in your ass and learn to love it," he said matter of factly. "No, I can't!" I retorted, trying to sound emphatic. I tried getting up again, but he put one large hand square in the center of my back and pushed down fiercely. The pain there took my attention briefly away from what was going on around my ass. I heard a slick lubricant being rubbed on something and suddenly felt a long rigid shaft sliding between my buttocks. The head found my rectum and more lube was applied to it. He applied pressure to it and suddenly he entered my virgin asshole. I gasped as he slid past my opening. He moved very slowly, allowing me to stretch in accommodation to his girth. "Yeah, son. That's it. You've got a great ass. You see what they're doing on TV? That's going to be you. You're going to be that girl getting fucked right now. What do you think about that?" he said. "It hurts!" I said as he slowly pushed his cock into my ass. He shushed me and lay his body down on top of my back. I felt the heat and now, sweat coming off his body. He gently grinded his hips against my buttocks, pushing his thick meat slowly deeper into the depths of my rectum. I gripped the pillows on the couch as he passed another sphincter deep inside me. The pain shot through me, sobering me, and I again tried to roll away, but he held me down into the couch with his torso. His scratchy chin bit into my shoulder and he spoke into my ear, "Relax. Take this dick. It's already inside you. I'm fucking you now, Mike. Take this dick, boy, take it." His breath was hot on the side of my face, and now he began to move his cock in and out, each thrust pushing a little deeper inside me. The pain was now being replaced with a rush of endorphins as I got more used to his fat cock inside me. His pace increased and his hips bucked up and down. I felt his balls begin to slap against me. I began to moan with each thrust of his immense cock inside me and he grunted with each forceful motion. I felt the sweat dripping off his chest and face onto my back. The smell of his perspiration sent another wave of euphoria through me. He repositioned himself off my back and supported his frame with his hands either side of me on the couch. He began grunting loudly, "Yeah! Take that cock in your ass! Take this dick!" I began responding, shouting, "Oh god, Oh god! Yeah, yeah, yeah!" as he pounded his length into me. He grabbed my hair and tugged on it firmly as he fucked me. His hips were furiously pumping against my bare ass, slapping against me. "You're going to let me fuck you every day, Mike. I'm going to pick you up every day and you're going to take this dick like a little bitch. You'll be addicted to my cock in your ass. You hear me?" he shouted. "Yes!" I shouted in response. "That's what I thought. You're going to be my little fuck slave. I'm going to fuck you like man fucks a woman. I'm going to feed my cock into your pussy. What do you think about that?" he barked. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" I shouted. "That's right," he said. Then he abruptly pulled out of my ass. The withdrawal took my breath away. "Roll over," he said. I turned over onto my back and he grabbed my legs, hooking and pulling them toward him. The movement pulled my hips closer to him. He poured more lube onto his now glistening cock and pushed it back into my ass. The movement was swift and now that my rectum was stretched, it accommodated his size more easily. He immediately began plowing my ass with abandon. "Yeah, I'm fucking you like my woman now. You're my little bitch. Put your legs around me, bitch!" he shouted. I obediently wrapped my heels around his lower back like the girls did that I'd had sex with in the past. I was panting and repeating, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" loudly as he rammed his cock deep inside me. My cock bounced on my belly as he fucked me and I felt his balls slap my ass repeatedly as if they were disciplining me. Sweat poured off his body as he fucked me. I was completely around the bend now, and I moved my hands onto his hips, trying to pull his cock deeper yet inside me. "Yeah! You want more of this cock?" he asked, and pushed into me harder, making me yelp in pain and ecstasy. I thought he might rip me apart. "Take this cock, bitch! Take it in your pussy!" he repeated over and over again. Whose pussy is this?" he shouted. "It's your pussy! Yes! Fuck me! Give me your cock!" I cried, moving my hips to meet his as he furiously pounded me further. "Oh, yeah, I'm getting close. I'm going to shoot my load on you, bitch. You're going to swallow this load, aren't you?" he growled. He then pulled out of my ass and quickly moved up, sitting across my chest. He stoked his cock in front my face. His eyes close and he stoked his angry cock faster until he started grunting loudly, animalistically, and gripped his cock firmly. "Yeah! Here it comes!" he shouted, and he splashed my face with jets of hot semen. He pointed it toward my mouth after the first shots hit my face and eyes. The cum shot into my mouth and flooded my tongue. It began to ooze out of the side of my mouth and drip down my face to the couch below my head. He milked his cock of the remaining thick, white fluid and dismounted me, standing over me. "That was good, Mike. Real good. You learn real quick." He said. He walked toward the bathroom and I sat up on the couch. The credits were rolling on the video. I stood up shakily, and walked down the hallway toward the opposite bathroom on the other side of the hall. I looked in the mirror and saw thick white semen strewn across my face, dripping down to the sink below. I turned on the water and started rinsing my face in it. Satisfied, I walked out into the living room and noticed the large glass patio door open. Jim stood outside watching the ocean. I walked past him and stepped into the pool. The cool water sobered me. My asshole ached and my head throbbed mildly. He approached me with a bottle of water and offered it to me. I took it and sucked its contents down greedily. "You ok?" he asked. "Yeah," I said, still catching my breath. I was numb from what I had just experienced. "Good. I'd love to have you around here more. Come on, I'll give you a lift home." I got out of the water and dried off with a nearby towel. I then pulled on my shorts and shirt and stuck my damp wetsuit in my pack. I stowed my board on the roof of his BMW and he drove me up the winding road toward home. I felt confused about my feelings of the experience, but was reasonably sure I'd be checking the waves again at my secret spot pretty soon.