Summer break of my sophomore year in college couldn’t have come any sooner.
With a heavy course load the quarter before, my mind was fried…my body dogged tired from long hours of crammed-in studying. I needed to get out of town and wind down.
My folks were vacationing in Europe, so their house and large swimming pool was vacant and inviting. Perhaps that blonde neighbor with the big tits and raging hormones would be around and need her insides tickled. I imagine she’d probably burned through all the High School meat by now and would probably look good lying naked next to me…or straddling my lounge chair and lowering her cunt onto my cock.
Yessssss…..that vacation package was looking more enticing all the time!
The only obvious downers I saw to the plan was that I had no wheels or money to hit the road with…but, being the young brave lad that I was, I decided that hitchhiking my way home would do the trick. See and experience first hand what my brother and his generation had turned into a cult-like a way of life…cruising the highways and byways with a thumb pointing the way. After all, it was only 375 miles to home…I was a big boy, full of confidence and stature. Nobody messed with me…so a day or so…might be all it took till Miss “Cant Wait To Graduate & Fuck the Big Boys” got an early start on things.
Anyway…I threw together a back pack of essentials and started out the next morning with a lift in my step and a tune in my happy head…all a good hitchhiker really needs isn’t it?
It wasn’t long before my frame of mind to change…
It was hot!
Something not thought of whilst visions of neighborly relations danced in my mind was exactly how hot the mid-day sun makes things walking along the side of a long stretch of black asphalt!
Damn weatherman don’t remind me of it either….
“I’ll be sunny and warm tomorrow…no chance of rain at all…0%....a great day! Unless of course you happen to be walking along the side of a long stretch of black asphalt! Temperatures will be SOARING THERE!”
Yesssss…so I gathered…as I watched each and every little air conditioned compartment go whizzing by me. Hmmmm….nobody (least of all me) told me that I’d have to go thru the tortures of hell in order to fuck some “just of legal age pussy”.
It was after some six hours of thumb pointing dismay that a 53’ tractor trailer appeared over the highway horizon…and the sound of air brakes told me I had my first ride. Thank God! I was beginning to feel like a fried egg and don’t figure they get much attention from passing motorists.
Slogging slowly up to the cab, I threw open the passenger side door and met “Shorty”. Least that’s what he told me to call him…his actual name I forgot in a few minutes. Following the usual, quick “where ya going….?” exchange of info I was settling into the soft, vinyl covered chair…and the blessed air conditioning was smacking me in the face! My back pack disappeared into this “dark cavern” behind the seats that I presumed was his sleeping quarters.
“Yea….heading home to see the folks….
” I saw no reason to include Shorty in my fantasies.
“College boy eh?....probably gonna hit them up for money aren’tcha….”
he said, punctuating it with a yellowish-missing some teeth laugh.
Hundreds of cars and trucks had passed me already today….and I had to get stuck with the bad rendition of Jed Clampett.
“Well…..no…..not this time”
I replied jokingly. A hitchhiker’s gotta be friendly I guessed and there was no need to piss off the portly fellow…or his air conditioning.
Shorty was a “trucker” alright…fit the stereotype perfectly. Bulky and by all appearances squat with a belly that just scraped the bottom of the steering wheel…big forearms with old tats…and a bushy beard that mingling with chest hair. Just an overall disheveled look but then, guess if I spent half my life sitting in a truck cab…seeing and driving past people from twelve feet above all the time…I probably wouldn’t give a shit what I looked like either.
So we chatted for awhile…batting the banter back & forth easily…till I grew quiet…my eyelids got heavy and I slumped against the wall of the cab. The heat of the road had sapped me and the sunlight streaming through the truck window warmed my legs and lap…and the A/C had lulled me to sleep.
Don’t know how long I was asleep…it looked like the mid-day sun when my eyes reopened…but those images can be deceiving. What was unmistakable was the hardon that filled my crotch. Sitting upright slowly, I wondered if Shorty had been a good driver and kept his eyes on the road. What I didn’t realize at the time was that it was Shorty’s big hand that had massaged my cock stiff and throbbing! He’d reached over and massaged my crotch thru the warm denim jeans…gently feeling the soft fullness of my balls…then pet the lump created by my small cock until it extended fully down my leg…trapped by my pants…but eagerly accepting his attentions.
“Gotta go…
” He said.
“Sorry…..?”
I replied sleepily…not catching his drift.
“Gotta go….”
He repeated…this time with a head gesture to my swollen crotch.
“I hate when that happens…when I git a piss hardon…not that I mind the hardon now…I hate it that you cant piss!”
“Uhhh…yeah…I guess…”
I replied evenly…still a little uneven from my doze and finding the conversation a bit weird. Also puzzling was the fact that…yes, I definitely was sporting a good woody…there was no mistaking that…but I didn’t feel like I had to piss.
“I’ll pull over in a bit….and take care of that….
” Shorty offered before continuing
“Looks like you’re packing pretty good there….
” and with another head and eye gesture towards my crotch indicated where the packing was.
Well….thanks…I do OK…but we all know that size doesn’t matter now don’t we….?”
I said, trying some quick and easy humor to redirect the conversation away from my still stiff cock!
“Don’t you guys…truckers…have a ‘solution’ to problems like this…?”
I asked, figuring some “technical” conversation would relieve my throbbing condition.
“Oh…I’ve got a jug in the back sure…but it wont do you much good…only thing a cock like that’s good for is jacking off, now isn’t it….?”