Young, dumb and full of...ME!!
I was a traveling photographer and toured the South-West states of CA, AZ, NM, NV and some times CO.
My home base was Los Angeles and every 7 weeks I got to sleep in my own bed. I would leave on a Monday and travel to Phx for a meeting with the team. I had a great Datsun Pick-up that held all my equipment and a great radio and tape player.
I NEVER pick up hitch-hikers. EVER!!! Well, never say, never. In the Palm Springs area there was this lovely young man with a big sun hat, wife beater, tight jean cut-offs and cowboy boots.
I pulled over and waited for him to catch up to me. He had a duffle bag that was almost as big as he was. He tried to stuff the big bag into the cab. I finally talk the young thing into putting it in the back with my camera equipment.
The first thing out of the kids mouth was, "I'm not really into old men."
I laughed. "Well, I'm not into young punks." He gave me a shocked look. He didn't know that I had been around a bunch of bitchy Drag-Queens and could share quips with the best of them.
In the next four hours we exchanged our life stories. Well, he did. Every time I started to talk about me, he would bring it back to him.
He was a Native American and was going to Flagstaff, Az. I told him I could drive him as far as PHX. I was very chill. Every time he would come up with things about my age or my weight, I would just laugh.
About two hours into the trip we stopped to get some thing to eat. He got into his bag and changed into a long shirt, stripping out of his shorts and put on Carpi's. Also a different hat.
He "let" me pay for the meal, of course, and we loaded up on food and drinks to head down the road.
I asked him if he wanted me to drop him off at the free way exit so he could get to Flagstaff sooner or, if he wanted to, he could sleep in my room. I'd even get one with two beds.
He was quiet for a while and said, "I could do that but, remember, I'm not into old guys."
"I wouldn't THINK of taking advantage of you." And meant it.
We went to the Super 6 and I did get a room with two beds and we got moved in.
I'm not a fool, I left all my money locked in the car and knew to take my keys into the bath room when I went to shower. I normally wear nothing in the motel rooms but I put on some basketball shorts so the kid wouldn't freak out.
He took his time striping down to his jock strap and slowly walked past my bed.
He was in in there a while and when he came out he had on the briefest sweat pants.
We watched TV for a while. I **** no attention to him posing on the other bed. I told him I needed to go to sleep for an early meeting and he got under his blanket.
I had not sooner turned ff the light then he was in my bed. He started kissing and jacking me off while he had taken off his shorts and his smooth body was hot under my hands. In ten minutes he was saying, "Make me cum, Daddy".
I pulled back. "You might think you want to get off this fast, but that's not happening." He started to pout. "You don't want to play?" My turn to laugh. "oh, I'll play. Just not as a timed event. it's my way or not at all." The young man looked ready to leap out of his skin. "Okay"
I got out of bed and took off the blanket and lifted Juan into the middle of the bed. I dropped my shorts and started licking him from head to toe.
I got out the massage oil and gave him a rub down. I would slap his hand away from his cock, telling him that, until I wanted to give it back, that cock was mine. the boy was a fast learner. He even gave me a massage.
I ate his ass for almost an hour before I cover my cock with a rubber and fucked him to the moon. He even came with out touching himself. And it was timed perfectly with my loading up the rubber .
After he was able to catch his breath he said, "I have NEVER cum that hard, let alone not touching myself. I won't ever rush it again."
He even woke me up in the morning to do his own brand of sex.
We parted with him in a towel giving me one hell of a send off at the door.
My home base was Los Angeles and every 7 weeks I got to sleep in my own bed. I would leave on a Monday and travel to Phx for a meeting with the team. I had a great Datsun Pick-up that held all my equipment and a great radio and tape player.
I NEVER pick up hitch-hikers. EVER!!! Well, never say, never. In the Palm Springs area there was this lovely young man with a big sun hat, wife beater, tight jean cut-offs and cowboy boots.
I pulled over and waited for him to catch up to me. He had a duffle bag that was almost as big as he was. He tried to stuff the big bag into the cab. I finally talk the young thing into putting it in the back with my camera equipment.
The first thing out of the kids mouth was, "I'm not really into old men."
I laughed. "Well, I'm not into young punks." He gave me a shocked look. He didn't know that I had been around a bunch of bitchy Drag-Queens and could share quips with the best of them.
In the next four hours we exchanged our life stories. Well, he did. Every time I started to talk about me, he would bring it back to him.
He was a Native American and was going to Flagstaff, Az. I told him I could drive him as far as PHX. I was very chill. Every time he would come up with things about my age or my weight, I would just laugh.
About two hours into the trip we stopped to get some thing to eat. He got into his bag and changed into a long shirt, stripping out of his shorts and put on Carpi's. Also a different hat.
He "let" me pay for the meal, of course, and we loaded up on food and drinks to head down the road.
I asked him if he wanted me to drop him off at the free way exit so he could get to Flagstaff sooner or, if he wanted to, he could sleep in my room. I'd even get one with two beds.
He was quiet for a while and said, "I could do that but, remember, I'm not into old guys."
"I wouldn't THINK of taking advantage of you." And meant it.
We went to the Super 6 and I did get a room with two beds and we got moved in.
I'm not a fool, I left all my money locked in the car and knew to take my keys into the bath room when I went to shower. I normally wear nothing in the motel rooms but I put on some basketball shorts so the kid wouldn't freak out.
He took his time striping down to his jock strap and slowly walked past my bed.
He was in in there a while and when he came out he had on the briefest sweat pants.
We watched TV for a while. I **** no attention to him posing on the other bed. I told him I needed to go to sleep for an early meeting and he got under his blanket.
I had not sooner turned ff the light then he was in my bed. He started kissing and jacking me off while he had taken off his shorts and his smooth body was hot under my hands. In ten minutes he was saying, "Make me cum, Daddy".
I pulled back. "You might think you want to get off this fast, but that's not happening." He started to pout. "You don't want to play?" My turn to laugh. "oh, I'll play. Just not as a timed event. it's my way or not at all." The young man looked ready to leap out of his skin. "Okay"
I got out of bed and took off the blanket and lifted Juan into the middle of the bed. I dropped my shorts and started licking him from head to toe.
I got out the massage oil and gave him a rub down. I would slap his hand away from his cock, telling him that, until I wanted to give it back, that cock was mine. the boy was a fast learner. He even gave me a massage.
I ate his ass for almost an hour before I cover my cock with a rubber and fucked him to the moon. He even came with out touching himself. And it was timed perfectly with my loading up the rubber .
After he was able to catch his breath he said, "I have NEVER cum that hard, let alone not touching myself. I won't ever rush it again."
He even woke me up in the morning to do his own brand of sex.
We parted with him in a towel giving me one hell of a send off at the door.
7 months ago