This is a real life experience that has stayed with me for many years and I would like to thank the man for introducing me to such pleasures.
It was a usual Midwest summer, hot, humid and boring. I had just turned 18 earlier in the year and was looking forward to attending college in the fall. I got up early as usual and packed the work coveralls and boots in a bag. I went into the kitchen and had some cereal for breakfast, which was the usual and starting to get old. I sat at the table reading the morning sports section of the newspaper thinking about what college was going to be like. This was a small town in the heart of the Midwest and there were few opportunities in the area. Most of the homes in town were turn of the 20th century, many earlier. This was a typical white picket fence town, complete with large two story homes, and attitudes that go with that type of town.
School was out for the summer and I had actually found a summer job. It was a dirty job, but it paid and I was looking forward to buying a car that summer. I would help disassemble automobile engines for a salvage yard. I was actually learning a lot about automobile engines, even if the engines I worked on did not run.
The job I worked at was actually in another small town about 15 miles away. I would walk about a mile to the highway that connected the two towns and hitch a ride to work every day, and then repeat the effort in the evening. It was usually pretty easy to get a ride as people in the area were friendly and usually willing to help but I was always early, just to ensure I was at work on time. This was a very still day, hot and humid early with a forecast of getting even hotter later in the day. I stood along the side of the road as few cars passed, ignoring my extended thumb. I lit a cigarette and stood waiting since it was still early and not much traffic was on the highway at the time.
I was really looking forward to getting off work today. I had a date that evening with a girl I knew in school. We had been dating for a few weeks and I was enjoying her company. She was attractive and there was a rumor that she was willing to go all the way at times, which was foremost on my mind at the time. We had just made out and done some feeling of each other to this point, but I was looking forward to more.
A car was coming down the highway so I let my thoughts get back to the moment and raised my hand, extending my thumb upward. The car slowed and pulled over to the side of the road. As I approached the car the window came down and the driver asked, "how far are you going?"
I replied, "the next town was all the farther I am going."
He said "Get in, I'm going through there". I got in and could feel the air conditioner, it felt good this early in the day. I looked the car over, it was a Cadillac and I had never ridden in one until that moment. He pulled back on the highway and we were on our way to the next town.
He introduced himself, "I'm Gene." I replied telling him my name.
He asked "are you going to work or just going for personal reasons?" I replied, "I have a summer job, it is a dirty job but I am hopping to save enough to buy a car of my own." We talked about the crops that were starting to coming up, the weather, cars, school and finally, girls. He asked about my girl friend and how that was going. I told him about her and how we were doing.
He then smiled and asked "are you getting any?" I must have blushed but told him, "no, just getting a feel so far."
He must have sensed that I was not experienced at having sex with women, or anyone for that matter. He was able to make me feel at ease and we talked about women for a few more moments. He reached over and touched my groin, saying, "I can see why the girls would enjoy you, that is a very nice cock" His hand was on my cock and gently squeezing it. I was naive and just let him continue to touch me, still talking about sex with women. I could feel my cock getting very hard at the touch of his hand and the conversation about pussy. The conversation we were having was really getting me worked up. He asked "what time do you have to be to work?"
I told him "I am always early since I have to hitch a ride every day."
He then suggested that we stop somewhere to just talk. I knew a place, near a lake that was on the way. There were a lot of access area that were used for fishing and they were a good place to sit and talk.