1 comments/ 109486 views/ 19 favorites Giving and Getting a Ride Ch. 01 By: Dikk_Turpin I had been on the road for some time. Once again, on my way from point A, via unspecified hotel, to point B. As the CEO of a firm I had to do a lot of travelling. Usually by plane, but every now and then, especially when I had several meetings in more or less the same area, I would rent a car and get moving – which was fine, as it gave me some time on my own. Although I loved my wife and children very much, it is sometimes good to be on one's own. All I needed to think of was me myself and I. And although I hated to admit it, the occasional encounters with women was fluid for life. I loved how I still was able to seduce and fuck the girls, and then leave in the morning without a note. It made me feel younger than my 38 years. Which, let it be known, hardly was visible. Not very, anyway. I put a lot of pride and effort into looking good. I worked out a lot, and dressed and drove like a million dollars. Which I, come to think of it, was, anyway. What a coincidence. So, here I was, out on my own again. Only this time, instead of touring the US of A, I had a string of meetings to attend to in Europe. Good ol' Europe, with the liberated women I would never chance to meet again. But as the roads in Europe are numerous and signed in all sorts of strange languages, it didn't take long before I has strayed off the mail road, and was driving some back road. For the first hour, it was okay, as I wasn't in any real hurry – my next meeting was scheduled for the next day. But then I started getting anxious about getting where I was supposed to at all. The signs were getting scarcer, so I eventually made my mind up to stop and ask for directions. And voila, there he was, a man standing by the road. Closing in on him, I could see that he was actually trying to get a ride. "A hitchhiker." I mumbled to myself. Maybe he could direct me to a decent hotel. And offer some company, instead of the less-than-comprehensible blabbering radio stations. I slowed down. Without waiting for me to okay him, he just opened the front door and got in next to me. As he slid into the seat, his body scent filled the car and my nostrils. A strong, sweet, masculine odour. A pleasant mix between fresh perspiration and masculine after shave. With a brilliant pearly white smile, he held out his hand and said his name. "Marco!" I shook his hand, as I gave him a closer look. Younger guy, 20-something. Dark complexion and dark wavy hair that fell over his brown eyes. I assumed he might be Spanish, but he was darker than most other Spaniards I had met. He appeared to be a bit shorter than me, perhaps 5'8, compared to my 6'2. But whatever his height, he was well built. Maybe he was a laborer, or maybe he worked out several days a week. Whatever the recipe, he sported some strong arms and broad shoulders. His shorts didn't conceal a muscular ass and some incredibly muscled thighs and calves. I was impressed. I worked out a lot myself, but this young man was a piece of work. I explained my predicament to Marco. He gave another of his beautiful smiles, patted me on my thigh, and assured me he would get me wherever I wanted. His said this with a wink I assumed was some Southern European way of signaling "All ok" although the pat had seemed to linger for a second longer than...hetero. Oh heck, what did I know. It was several days since my last fuck, I had could feel the sexual tension building. I started asking him some questions about him hitch-hiking, how come he was still doing it. After all, there were some lunatics out there! He smiled. "Well, you could be one, too!" "Relax, man. I am not that kind of guy?" He raised an eyebrow. "Really? What if you are? Maybe I'm in for a surprise..." I laughed, a bit uncertain what he was suggesting. Surprise? I asked him if it was hard getting a ride, to which he mentioned something about somebody usually getting a ride, with him in the car. Being somewhat preoccupied with the driving, I asked him how come. He shrugged. "I have this MD, you see. It seems to get me where I want. However, my last ride didn't want a ride. So I left." "MD?" I said questioningly. He smiled. Not the kind of smile that comes of an innocent joke, but a smile from a position of power. "MD. As in Magical dick." I nodded. "I see. And the girls can't resist it?" "Girls... guys... whoever. That last one was a guy. I think he was afraid." My heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean – guys?" I said, before thinking. "You know...guys. Boys. Men. People like you and me." "Eh, like in...homosexuals?" He laughed. "Yeah, probably some of them. I don't really care. If I feel horny and some attractive person wants to serve me, I am not the one to deny them the pleasure. And believe me, quite a lot of people want me. Or rather, want me to do them. I am no present for them to take." he said, and gave me another of his winks. I was dumfounded, and had no idea what to say. Fortunately, or should I say – unfortunately – he kept the conversation rolling. "Sometimes, they don't notice. Maybe they are totally uninterested. But most of them, once they get a look at it..." He patted his crotch. "They just seem to want it. Like yesterday, I got a ride with this couple. Married people. The woman – the wife, was pregnant, and wanted to sleep, so she got a back seat. Her husband seemed ok for the first miles. Then I started noticing how he kept glancing at my crotch." As he said this, I caught myself doing the exact same thing. I have no idea why I did it. I didn't want to, especially considering the story he was telling. But even worse, when I quickly looked at him, I could see how he had seen me looking. I swallowed, and swore to keep my eyes on the road for the remainder of the drive. "So after this had gone on for a while, I simply asked him if he wanted to hold it. And he did." Marco said matter of factly. "Got it out of my pants. While he was still driving. To begin with, he seemed at a loss bout what to do with it." He laughed. I had no idea why. I only knew that his story was starting to turn me on. Big time. "Before twenty minutes had passed, however, he had pulled over and was sucking it." Once again, he patted his cock. And once again, I glanced quickly. I could see the contours through the denim of his shorts. Why was I doing it? Why was I looking at where I knew his cock was, as if hoping to see the scene from yesterday? And why the fuck was I getting turned on? I was a ladies man, I fucked the girls in any position known to man. I made the women scream in delight when I pounded them, either in their cunts or in their asses. Maybe I was still jet lagged. And horny as hell. I hoped Marco was done telling his story, but he wasn't. "He got his load as his wife started stirring in the back. I can tell you, he was in some hurry to swallow my juice before he could start conversing with his wife! I left the car there. I think his wife might have suspected something was fishy, she gave me a funny look as I walked past the car. Sexy broad, I would have loved to do her some other time. Anyway – " He jawned. "I got blowed. Not expertly, but it was ok. And a bit of a turn on with him in his army uniform and all." He went quiet. I stayed quiet, out of fear of revealing my quivering voice. Hell, I had no idea what it would sound like by now. My dick was raging hard, and I was just hoping it wasn't too visible to Marco. Hopefully, my dark trousers and seat belt concealed it together with my jacket. I was hoping he would change the subject, but he kept on. "I wasn't actually aware I had a MD before I was about 16. The dad of my best friend showed me. Being young and all, I didn't last long. But again, being young and all, I was ready again in no time at all." He laughed at this, as though a joke I was able to identify with. "Man, he was crying like a baby afterwards. Kept saying he was sorry, he didn't mean to and all. I had no idea what he was on about. I had just blown down his throat, and was happy as shit." Ok. I did definitely not want the rest of this story. By now, I was having a hard time concentrating on the traffic. "He was still crying half an hour later, but more from happiness, I guess, as I was fucking his ass. That was some sight, looking down at my dick ramming in and out of his muscled, white, ass. I would never have believed it, not even the same morning. His trousers around his feet, humping against my thrusts. Man, it was hot. And his wife and son upstairs, knowing nothing!" Marco laughed again. So self-assure. Sharing this moment as it was... any moment. Neither of usa sid anything for a moment. Me least of all. I was totally bewildered that his bragging was turning me on. Why the hell was my cock bobbing up and down, longing for being set free? Why was I even considering what it might feel like to hold his dick? I was sure it was thick and warm...pulsating. Getting ready. Fuck. I was losing it. Finally he spoke. "So how about you? You ready for the MD?" I almost coughed. "Ex-cuse me?" I said in what I hoped would seem as a genuinely surprised tone. I hated to admit it, but it was just what I had been thinking. He snorted, and turned his head towards me. "Come on. You're curious about this cock of mine. What is it about it that makes straight guys go down on it? Admit it." He rubbed my thigh. I was so hard I almost came there and then. But no way this young guy was making me touch his cock. No way. I swallowed hard. "Er, thanks for the offer, Marco, but I'm not that kind of guy." I could hear it myself. I did not sound convincing. Not one bit. Oh my God, how many times had he heard guys like me say these words? He sighed. "Always the denial. You want to look at it? Or are you afraid looking might turn you into a faggot?" "Why would I be afraid of that?" I almost shouted. Why did I shout? "I have seen a lot of cocks in my life, and they have never turned me on." "Well, you never saw this one. I think you are frightened over what seeing it might to do you." "As what?" I said bravely. "Make you crave something you thought you could do without. Turn you around. Make you realize giving a real man is something you want to do, and still love your woman. Make you crave cock as much as you lust for cunt, and feeling even happier." "That is ridiculous." I meant it. I really did. It sounded ridiculous that the mere sight of another cock should have any effect on me. But the stories he had been telling... they did something to me. Then things happened without me noticing how and when. My hand was on his crotch. I looked twice. Was it really mine? What was it doing there? It was opening his fly, his belt, pulling down his briefs. And all the time, I was still driving the car. But now I was pulling over. Why was I pulling over? My face was suddenly in his lap. I was frantically freeing myself from the seat belt, and pulling out his cock. Heavy and warm. God, it was large and hard. As my own, only this wasn't my own. I looked at it, almost mesmerized. One hand was carressing his balls, the other stroking his cock. Slowly, as if I was afraid the moment might pass if I was too eager. I looked up at his eyes. They were twinkling, as if saying "I knew you would". My mind was full of images of Marco fucking men. Fucking his best friend's father. His big, dark, cock, pumping in and out, with the older man cying in pain and shame and desire. Having the officer suck him while his wife was in the back seat, knowing nothing. And new images started coming, things Marco hadn't told me. A sailor being manhandled over a ship's railing, his white uniform trousers laying around his feet, his stiff cock dancing in midair as his ass was being given a royal fuck. Then I saw a pale skinned youth looking at him, begging, to please let him suck him, that he had sent his girlfriend off, and was his for the entire night. Where were this images coming from? It struck me that the men all had a paler complexion than he did. Was he getting off, seeing those white males on their knees, getting their mouths and asses stuffed? Were they really, or was that my imagination making it up? And then he was in my mouth. He filled my mouth, and I had to work hard to get in all I could. Because I wanted it all. I gagged. He rock hard, stiff, manmeat was filling it, denying me oxygen. But I didn't care. I was sucking him like there was no tomorrow. It got black around me, there was nothing else here but Marco, his cock, and me. I could no longer care for my hotel and appointments and my plan of finding a girl to fuck. I wanted this cock. I wanted to see it come. And after that I had no idea what I wanted. Only that I knew something had happened, and that the rest of my trip in Europe would not be as I had intended. Sequel to follow... Giving and Getting a Ride Ch. 02 The sensation of sucking the cock, the dark brown cock of the hard-bodied young stranger I just picked up from the roadside, in the middle of back-country Europe, where any passerby might see us... I had no idea how it all happened. Or I did, but I couldn't understand how I had let it happen. All I knew that I was out of my mind in lust. I wanted to get his cock, I wanted to taste it, feel what it was like to pleasure another man - this man! - and I wanted a part of what all those other men had had, I just wanted to be one of them. But at the same time, it felt depraved and very confusing. I had always been a ladies' man, for crying out loud! They were the ones who would have their heads in my lap, not the other way around. And here I was, the Mr. Important CEO and family man, sucking a Mediterranean Adonis, and wanting nothing more that make him cum, and after that coming myself. And maybe that is what made the situation so hot. That I was so eager to make someone else come, somehow realizing I wouldn't get my turn before this other person was taken care of. To be honest, usually I was less eager at satisfying others, than having others take care of me. The entire reversed situation was making my head spin, all I really could tell for sure was that my cock was about to explode in my pants, without it even having been touched. I couldn't help noticing that I was making small, thrusting, movements with my hips. A totally useless maneuver, of course, as no attention was given to my own dick. All of a sudden, Marco pulled my head of his cock. He did it forcibly, by using the same hand that had just been forcing my head as far down on his cock as I had managed. He literally pulled me my hair - although short, enough to hold on to. The surprise made me yelp. Astounded, I watched him pull fasten his pants, opened the door, and walk out of the vehicle. Had I done it that terribly? But before I became too bewildered, I heard him beckon me to come out of the car, too. We stood a couple of feet apart, studying each other. Him, with a critical, knowing look. Me with a flustered, panting, appearance. And horny as shit. No question which one of us that was in the lead. "Boy, I appreciated what you're doing, but it just isn't enough." "Boy?" Did Marco, several years my junior, just call me a boy? But the other part he said bothered me even more. I had just given head to another guy for the first time of my life, but it wasn't enough? "You see, it doesn't give me enough pleasure unless I know for sure that the cocksucker wants it really bad." He peered at me. "But I do!" I heard myself say. "I really want to!" "Oh yeah? Want what?" He was testing my resolve. I didn't care. "Let me finish you off, I mean, you haven't cum, you'll love it!" I couldn't believe I was hearing myself promising satisfaction for something I had never done previously, but Marco seemed to consider it. Finally he motioned me towards him "What's the magical word, cocksucker?" I knew what he was playing at. I had done it myself, previously. To cocksucking girls, longing to have their dripping wet pussies fucked. Oh, what the hell. "Please." I mumbled. I couldn't look him in his eyes. "Louder." "Please!" "Okay. But you'll have to get naked for me. Show that magnificent body of yours to me. I need to watch you sit there in front of me, to be able to enjoy this. I want to see your hard cock dance in mid-air. I want to fuck your mouth while giving you nothing in return. Because that will is just what you need. Being used, as you have used all these girls over the years. So undress." I looked around where we had parked. It was some godforsaken place, between one village and the next. And hardly any traffic. And even if there was, no way they would see me... I hoped. Oh what the fuck, this was tens of thousands miles from home! No one would ever know. I shed my clothes. They ended up in a pile by the car. Although the weather was warm, my skin prickled from the sensation of standing there, nearly buck naked, next to a road anyone might happen to travel on. Finally all that was left of my previously expensive outfit was my underwear. It was already stained from pre-cum, and my rock hard cock was threatening to tear the fabric apart at the seams. Marco was grinning. Again. "That is some cock you have, boy. The girls must love it, but today is your lucky day. Now, get them off." I pulled them down. My cock slapped against my stomach, making me wring in a combination of intense lust and pain. My balls were hard and tense. Oh, I had to cum, soon! "My cocksucker all naked, like the day you were born. Come here, and continue what you were doing." I got down on my knees and crawled over to him. My hands fumbled, as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Impatiently, I pulled down his trousers and briefs in one go. I heard him chuckle. My heart raced as my eyes took in Marco's semi-hard, dark brown, very thick, cock. I looked up at Marco, his triumphant face above me, and wanted to say something. But before anything intelligent came out, Marco had moved his cock directly in front of my face. He placed both hands on the back of my head, pulling my face into his rapidly hardening rod. I let it happen without resisting. I allowed him to gyrate and grind his balls and cock into my face, feeling it harden as he moved it over my eyes, nose, cheeks, and then to my parted lips. Mechanically, but also passionately, I took his swelled shaft into my mouth, remoistening it and sucking it. Using both hands, I placed them on his perfectly formed buttocks, pulling him deeper into my mouth. I gagged again and tried to pull away, but Marco pushed in deeper. He was now fucking my mouth, using his hips and hands to force himself into me. Tears formed in my eyes, but as I adjusted to the motion, my throat seemed to open and let him in deeper. Now, I began to move my hands up his back and then down his legs, feeling the highly defined muscles there. I couldn't believe any of this was happening, but I knew it was among the hottest sexual experiences I had ever had. Marco began moaning with pleasure, and obviously getting close to coming. My own cock was aching for attention. Marco speeded up his thrusts. I could tell he was about to come. His cock was rigid and stiff on my tongue as he blew his load deep into my mouth. I was gagging and spitting up his hot cum, but wasn't allowed to break free, as he kept holding my head steady on his cock. He continued to slide his cock in and out of my mouth, until I could feel it soften up. Warm, thick, and soft. And me sucking on to it as if it were some lollie. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and wiped it off on my chin. And then it was once again gone inside his trousers. I had the feeling I hadn't seen the last of it, quite yet. But I was raging hot, and felt I desperately needed to come. Hard. "Would you...?" I asked, indirectly begging for a return. But I needn't have bothered. "I don't do that." he said, almost amused. "At least not very often." "Why is that?" I knew the reason, but still needed to hear him say it. "I'm the man...right? Others do me...girls, guys, whoever. Cocksuckers, like you, just now." Cocksucker. I wasn't one, but I was one...now, anyway. This once. But something in me just wouldn't accept the label cocksucker. It just didn't fit! I was about to object, but he beat me to it. "Oh, I bet you aren't one, either." he laughed. "Just like the rest of them. You just happened to suck my cock. Again - like the rest of them!" He patted his crotch. "You know, I knew you would, when you picked me up. You're not that hard to single out. The more a guy loves fucking a girl, the more ready he is for me. Straight guys, like you. After meeting Magical Dick, they are the ones on their backs, screaming like girls. Young girls with big cocks in their virgin pussies." "You are ok as a cocksucker, but I am not going to make you come. You do that yourself." He looked at me, anticipating. I stared back at him, dumfounded. "You mean...?" He nodded. "Yeah, go ahead. Pleasure yourself! I'll just watch. If it's hot enough, maybe it might get me hard again, watching a tall, strong, guy like you jerk himself off. You do have a hot body, you know. Afterwards, if it's hot enough, maybe I'll give you a real ride!" he said with a wink. I shivered. But I was already at it. My rock hard cock in my hand, and me beating it as I had done a zillion times. Only this being the first with a male onlooker. But I didn't care, this last half an hour had made me hornier than I had been for weeks. I started beating my meat with a ferocity it hadn't experienced since being a fresh and strong teenage-dick. Marco rubbed his fingers against my dickhead, moistening his two longest fingers with my pre-cum. His hand brushed over my hips, disappeared behind my back, and started worming themselves between my ass cheeks. "What..." was all I managed to moan, as I felt the sticky finger slide into my tight, yet waiting, asshole. Not gently, not slowly, but quickly and hard. It hurt, but yet I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching. He started to finger-fuck me slowly. This was too much. "Oh fuck," I moaned. I'd never thought of anything like this before, but with his finger inside me, pumping slowly in and out, I envisioned that I was being penetrated by his cock. His thick, veined, cock. The master of so many men like me. Panting, moaning. I couldn't hold on any longer. With a loud, gargling, moan, I shot my load. I swear it went straight across the road. But still I didn't stop jerking off, I had to have every drop and every shiver there was. As I crumpled to the ground, heavily panting, I felt Marco pull out his finger from my ass. As a fitting end, he wiped his soiled finger off on my thigh. "Nice job." he said. "Now, let's find that hotel of yours." As he walked over to the car, I looked at the blue skies, and wondered what I had gotten myself into.