The Hitchhiker
It had been snowing all day. A wet, heavy incessant snow that was covering everything including the highway. Combined with a wind-chill factor in the teens, Christopher was almost frozen stiff. He was elated when the huge semi pulled over to pick him up. He climbed up into the cab and smiled thankfully at the driver.
"Thanks a lot mister. I was just about frozen out there."
"No problem, son." The driver smiled at him. "Name's Zeke," the driver said and extended his hand.
Christopher took the offered hand and shook it. His hand seemed to disappear inside of Zeke's grasp. Zeke was a big man. No, a huge man. Christopher guessed that he must be well over six feet tall and probably 250 to 300 pounds; probably in his forties or fifties.
"What you doing hitching on a foul night like this, boy?' Zeke asked.
"I'm on my way back to school." Christopher replied. "I hitched a ride with a nice old couple, but they could only take me this far. So, I was lucky to find you."
"I'll say. What school you go to?"
"Simpson College. I'm twenty and going to be a sophomore."
"I heard them stories about Simpson."
"What stories?"
"'Bout how all those queer college boys there always having sex with each other."
"I don't know anything about that." Christopher said. He was shocked at the comment.
"Oh? Don't you got a boyfriend there?"
"No! I'm not gay!" Christopher protested.
"Didn't mean to ruffle your feathers. Just figured you might be a twink. I mean given your size and all."
"What's wrong with my size?"
"Nothing boy. I'm guessing you're about five-six and maybe a hundred and twenty pounds. Kind of boy a real man would like to use."
"Well, I'm not gay. I'm straight." Christopher said in a huff.
"So then, you got a girlfriend?"
"Had one in high school. But she went to school on the other side of the country, so we broke up."
"Was she a looker?"
"She was cute."
"But no girl at college?"
"Don't have time with study and everything."
"I hear you. And you ain't done nothing with the boys at school?"
"I told you, I'm not gay."
"Yeah, I just figured college boys were always experimenting and stuff."
"Not this boy."
"Then that makes you a gay virgin." Zeke said laughing heartily.
"Not the way I would put it, but I guess that's accurate." Christopher replied.
"Hey, I got some hot coffee in that thermos. Reach in the back and get yourself a cup and pour some. It'll warm you up."
Christopher poured himself some coffee and they sat and conversed as they drove. Thankfully, the conversation drifted to topics like sports and politics instead of sex. Christopher began to enjoy talking with Zeke. Despite his country-boy, aw-shucks manner, Zeke was pretty astute and a good conversationalist. After about an hour though, Zeke got a message from a fellow driver on his CB. It seemed that the main mountain pass was closed because of the storm and the trucker advised Zeke to seek shelter at Ruby's truck stop. About ten minutes later, Zeke parked his rig in the truck stop lot and began to put his coat on.
"C'mon, boy, let's get something to eat and see if Ruby's got some rooms for the night." Zeke said.
"You know my money's kind of tight. I could just sleep here in the truck for the night."
"Boy, you'll freeze your ass staying in the truck. I ain't going to have no dead boy in my truck tomorrow morning. Get your coat on and I'll buy you dinner and get you a room for the night." Zeke instructed.
"Thanks, Zeke." Christopher stammered.
"No problem, boy. We can figure a way for you to pay me back." Zeke smiled.
They ate steak for dinner and while Christopher went to the men's room, Zeke talked to Ruby about a room for the night. She had plenty of them, but Zeke requested one room with a king size bed. He told Ruby that he was going to have fun making Christopher his bitch and that if he asked, Ruby should tell him she only had the one room. Ruby had been Zeke's friend for years and she was happy to assist in his nefarious scheme.
The Room at the Truck Stop
Christopher began to object when Zeke told him they only had one room, but Zeke told him not to be silly about it. After all, they were both guys and sharing a room should be fine. Christopher began to have a bad feeling about it when they got to the room and he discovered there was only one bed. Again, Zeke calmed his fears explaining that the bed was more than big enough for the both of them. Christopher offered to sleep on the couch, but that was impractical. The couch wasn't long enough for Christopher to stretch his legs out. Christopher sat down to watch SportsCenter while Zeke showered. Zeke was in for quite awhile. When he came out, he was wearing a black terry cloth robe that came down to his knees.
"Your turn, boy." Zeke smiled.
"I don't think I'll shower tonight." Christopher replied.
"Boy, you smell rank. If we got to share the same bed, you got to smell clean."
Reluctantly, Christopher went into the bathroom, disrobed, and began to shower. He heard the bathroom door open and Zeke shouted out.
"I didn't think you got no robe with you, so I put an extra on the hook."
When Christopher heard the bathroom door close, he turned off the water and toweled dry. His clothes were no longer on the floor where he had left them. The only thing to put on was a robe that Zeke had left hanging on the door. The robe was green satin with a Japanese style picture of cherry blossoms imprinted on it. Christopher put it on. It was short; not even to mid-thigh. In fact, it barely covered his ass cheeks in back and his cock in front. Christopher stretched it down as far as he could and entered the bedroom.
"Wow, you look nice and fresh." Zeke complimented him. "C'mon and sit down. I made you a drink."
Christopher crossed to the couch and sat next to Zeke who handed him a glass of scotch. Christopher took a sip of the whiskey and coughed slightly.
"Guess you're more used to flowery drinks, huh honey?" Zeke laughed.
"It just didn't go down right." Christopher replied.
"How do you like your robe?" Zeke asked him.
"Is this a girl's robe?" Christopher replied
"Sure is hon. And you look awfully pretty in it."
"Look, I hope I didn't give you the wrong impression, but I'm not interested in experimenting with you, Zeke."
"We ain't going to experiment, honey. I'm going to make you my bitch." Zeke said as he put his arm around Christopher.
"It's time for me to leave." Christopher said and got up from the couch.
"Only place you're going is into my bed, baby." Zeke said as he got up from the couch and walked toward Christopher.
Christopher backed up into the wall. He was trapped with Zeke nearly on him. Zeke tried to put his arms around him, but Christopher put his hands on Zeke's chest and tried to push him away. Zeke chuckled and grabbed Christopher's wrists, pinning them above his head. Zeke lowered his head to Christopher. Christopher tried to resist, but Zeke was too strong. The next thing he knew, Zeke's thick lips were over his mouth and Zeke's tongue was seeking entry. Christopher clenched his teeth to deny access, but Zeke insistently licked Christopher's lips. Zeke knew how to get the boy's mouth open. He pinched Christopher's nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As Christopher opened his mouth in surprise, Zeke slipped his tongue inside. Once again, he pinned both of Christopher's hands to the wall as his tongue made its new home in the boy's mouth; licking and massaging the boy's small tongue.
Christopher tried to struggle free, but he was no match for Zeke's strength. As Zeke's tongue explored his mouth, Christopher could feel his body beginning to respond. His cock was actually starting to get hard! This couldn't be happening! Christopher went weak at the knees and his body melted into Zeke's. Saliva began to drool from the corners of his mouth as Zeke tantalized him with his tongue. As Zeke felt Christopher's resistance evaporate, he began to run his hands over the boy's body. He cupped the boy's ass-cheeks in his hands and began to firmly knead and caress them. Christopher realized his hands were no longer pinned, but he didn't want the kiss to stop. He opened his mouth wider and Zeke stuck his tongue further down his throat. Zeke removed his tongue and looked down at the now pliant boy in his arms. Christopher gasped as Zeke swept him up into his arms and carried him to the bed. Zeke opened the boy's robe and smiled at his erect cock. His mouth closed over Christopher's again. This time the boy opened wide for Zeke's tongue. After a few moments, Zeke broke the kiss and smiled at the boy.
"Do you want to be Daddy's little girl, honey?" Zeke asked.
"I . . . I don't know." Christopher gasped.
"Daddy knows. Daddy will transform you." Zeke said as he laid Christopher on the bed.
