Driving an interstate or throughway can become terribly monotonous. Then along come those events that give the drowsy driver a real wakeup. I was in a cross-counry drive in my van last year, the miles ticking off on the oddometer, coffee in my hand, and the radio turned up loud--just trying to stay awake and drive safely. I topped a hill on the endless interstate and spotted a younger-looking guy trying o hail a ride. State law prohibited hitch hikers on such thoroughfares, so I thought I'd offer the guy a ride and possibly keep him out of trouble with the law. I slowed and pulled to the side of the roadway about 60 yards past the young man and gave a look backward. He immediately ran the distance between us and I lowered the passenger side electric window to scope him out before making any formal commitment. We talked for a minute--he was clean but a bit weary from several days on the road, and his attitude was good. Negative vibes in any of those areas and I would have taken a hasty leave.
"Hi, where are you headed?" was my first inquiry--the one most people offering a ride to a stranger seek an answer to first.
"Hey, making my way to California," he said, "but I'm a little worried about being here on the interstate seeing as how there are signs all along that say "No Pedestrians." A state policeman came by an hour or so ago but he must have had somewhere to go in a hurry, had his lights on and everything."
He seemed friendly enough, none of this tough guy, nobody fools with me kind of talk. So I asked him if he needed a ride, which he readily answered by opening the door and climbing in. I immediately noticed his well-shaped body and, taking note of the heavy bag he put into the rear of the van, figured he was well ready to get off his feet.
"My name's Chris," I said offering my hand.
"Billy," my new rider responded, giving me a firm handshake and looking at me with a glint in his eye.
We rode along not saying much, just listening to a CD on the disc player. I told him there was a number of CDs in a bag on the floor if he would like to listen to something else. "No this is good. You have nice taste in music."
Wondering what would be taking Billy to California I asked in a general way about his plans were once he reached the coast. He told me he had graduated from a college in North Carolina with an accounting degree, had spent all his money getting out of school, had no car and very little survival money, and was planning to seek his fortune of one kind of another in sunny southern California. "But I don't know how much luck I'll have," he admitted, saying he knew the state had 30 job hunters for every job openng.
"No problem, nice looking guy like you will move to the head of the line in no time at all," I commented, trying to lessen some of his fears without giving him any false hope.
He said, "Thanks for saying that," and giving me a prolonged look before turning his gaze back to the window to watch the passing landscape. I continued to think about the look he'd given me and in turn refocused my attention on my driving.
About an hour later it was almost meal time and I said to Billy, "Food stop coming up at the next restaurant," referring to one of those nationwide chain restaurants where the food was generally good but somewhat overpriced. Knowing Billy was low on funds I told him dinner was on me, that it wasn't considered good form to offer a guy a lift then not offer him a good spread of food, as well.
We had finished our meal and were back on the interstate again when Billy eased his hand over to mine and gently touched me. This caused my heart to beat faster and I was flushed with excitement. This had happened before but with Billy the moment took on a special meaning. I then told him that we should find a place to stop for the night, then returned his touch and stroked his hand with my fingers. He settled back in his seat as we continued to gingerly brush our hands together.
At the next exit I pulled into a large, rather well-appointed motel and rented a room for two. We unloaded our suitcases and went to the room, which we found had one king size bed. I told Billy, "I don't mind, do you?" and he said it looked good to him.
It had been a long day, so each of us showered and got ready to call it a day. I was already in the bed wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs when Billy came out of the bathroom, clad only in a tight bikini. He walked to the other side of the bed and stood there eyeing me for a minute. I also was looking closely at him--his rather lank build, well formed buttocks, and a hefty bulge in the crotch of his underwear. He lay down and then immediately moved himself over next to me on the bed.
I slipped my arm around his shoulders and, on a whim, told him, "I'm glad we're here together. There's another thing--I'm guessing that you like to be spanked. Am I right?"
"You are," Billy replied, somwhat surprised that I had discovered one of his favorite activities aside from getting naked with a guy. "But how did you know?"
I told him it's just something I can spot in a man, and besides there were men everywhere who like to spank and be spanked, so if noting else the odds were in my favor that I had him pegged for a spanking fan. He said he was a bottom, and I asked him to relate some of his more exciting and interesting spanking moments. He related three incidents to me, then said, "But I'm more interested in what you will do to me tonight." By then I had become quite aroused, a condition which Billy didn't overlook as he reached down to my crotch and stroked my obviously hard penis through my briefs.
"Do you have any preferences?" I asked so as not to infringe on any sacred territory to which he might object.
"No, none," he responded, "All I want is for us both to fully enjoy ourselves. We are fortunate to have had our paths cross and we should make the most out of our time together." Billy was not only smart, but one of the _s_e_x_iest men I had even been with.
Then I rolled out of the bed and went to the dresser and picked up a belt I was wearing that day. I eased back onto the bed and sat beside Billy's outstretched body and began to stroke him from his shoulders to his feet. He reacted by touchng my chest and stomach, then let his hand drift to my warm and tingling pubic area. We held that moment for an extended period of time until I said, "I'm ready to spank you now, Billy."
"Yes, baby, spank me, hard," Billy murmured. I began pulling down his briefs and he raised his midsection to help me expose his waiting body. With him naked and his erect penis pointing straight up I had him stand beside the bed and get on is knees, then lie across the edge of the bed with his knees on the floor and his seductive buttocks ready to be spanked. I reached between his legs and positioned his ample erection so that it showed from the rear. Then I took a position standing to his left and asked if he was ready.
He by this time was getting anxious and told me, "Give it to me hard and don't stop. I haven't had this for two months and I need it oh so badly right now. Strap my ass and make it hurt." I doubled the belt and drew it back to begin fulfiling Billy's desire. I kept on laying the strap across his bare bottom for about five minutes before telling Billy to stretch out full length on the bed and spread his legs wide apart. Next I had him raise his butt and told him he was going to get another several minutes of leather on his behind.
"Yes, anything you want to do," he said, urging me to resume the spanking. We continued for two more hours with Billy assuming every position imaginable--touching the floor with his hands, bent over a table, leaning into a wall with his hands high in the air, back on the bed on his hands and knees. We tried them all.
Noticing that it was after midnight Billy and I lay back together and he, above me, began working my underwear down toward my ankles. I raised my legs to help him finish the job, then he lay close beside me and said that it was time for him to give me some pleasure, since I had done all the work so far. My stiff penis was ready for some long overdue attention and Billy began using his tongue on my nipples and then began a slow journey toward my waiting crotch. His lips soon found their target and he moaned, as I did, while giving my hot member a good going over. He had me turn over and began giving everything else a good workout with his tongue. Just as he finished licking my balls I turned on my back and his mouth came down on me with a vengeance I'd never known from anyone else. After about ten minutes I came full force in his mouth and told him he was just too hot for words. He swallowed and I changed position to allow me to suck him off. He was much more worked up than I had been and shot his load in less than five minutes. I delighted in watching his spurting stream of semen, then we lay quietly together for several minutes before I retrieved a wash cloth and cleaned up his chest and stomach.
The next day we resumed our trip west. Billy not only rode the entire way with me as we spent another two glorious days and nights together, I got him a job in the accounting division of the company branch to which I'd been transferred in California. We've been together since and are enjoying the sublime pleasures of both southern California and each other.