Author's Note: The fictitious characters in this story are all 18 years of age or older.
It started out as an adventure, a low budget road trip as it were. After two weeks it had evolved into nothing short of a nightmare. We had been trying to flag down a ride all day. Now it was getting dark and the temperature was falling fast. How did we get stuck in this hell-hole? Freezing cold, no money, no food, and very little to bundle up with. It looked like we were in for another really cold night on the Interstate.
"Thanks for stopping, Man!"
"Just throw your stuff in the back and get in."
"Hold on a minute, my friend is coming too."
"Not him, just you!"
"What do you mean? We're traveling together so if he can't go, I'm not going either."
"Okay, he can come along...but you have to let me jack you off while I drive!"
I was dumbfounded. My first impulse was to step back and slam the door shut. I thought about it for a minute, we really needed a ride and besides, what could he do while driving? I mean, he couldn't rape me or anything. I explained the situation to my buddy and he agreed, there hadn't been any opportunities for getting a lift so we decided to accept his offer.
His car was a smaller, older station wagon with a bench seat. I crawled in first and had to scoot closer to this guy so my friend Chris, could squeeze in next to me. We took off down the highway, relieved to finally have a ride! The heater felt good on my frozen feet and I began to thaw.
At first, he didn't talk to us but after a few miles he asked me where I was from. I told him that we were both from California and we were just traveling. We were headed east but didn't really have a plan. Before long, the guy found my knee with his hand. "This is going to be really weird," I thought to myself.
"You guys better not try nothing, you hear me?" With that, he began sliding his hand along the inseam of my pant leg. I looked up and saw Chris staring at us, first at the man's hand, then at me. I could tell that he was every bit as uncomfortable as I was.
By now, our new friend was moving his hand closer to my crotch, searching for my dick that was tucked away in my jeans. "Undo your pants so I can see what you've got." I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my pants, and lowered my zipper. He reached his hand inside grabbing my prick through my underwear before wandering down to my balls. He was cupping them with his fingertips and rubbing my dick with the heel of his hand.
His large hands were calloused and dry. It wasn't exactly comfortable. It took some time but eventually, I could feel myself getting harder. He tried to pull my dick out but just got frustrated. "Take them off!"
I lifted my butt off of the seat and slipped my jeans down to my ankles. He reached over and ripped my underwear off with one powerful tug! I was completely exposed with my penis pointing straight in the air! He wrapped his fist around my member and gave it a good hard squeeze. Looking over at my buddy, he said, "I need some lube over here, lean in and get him wet for me."
I could see Chris gathering some spit in his mouth. As he leaned over, the man released my cock and grabbed him by the hair before shoving his face to my crotch, effectively spearing his mouth with my erection. My friend couldn't escape his grasp and was drooling all over me. Once he was released, he was frantically wiping out his mouth and spitting into his shirt sleeve. He was desperately trying to erase the taste of my dick and the memory of what had just happened!
"That wasn't so bad now, was it? I'll bet you boys are pretty familiar with sucking each other off. Tell me, which one of you is the bottom?" I told him that I didn't know what that meant, we weren't gay, just friends. He grabbed ahold of my cock again and began stroking it up and down. It felt okay but he was a little rough.
He wiped some of my precum and brought it to his tongue. After lubing his fingertips, he started working just the head. It was driving me crazy! He slid his fingers down my shaft until the tip hit his palm and then back up. He was caressing the underside of my knob with his fingertips and then down to my balls. This just made me harder! Oh God, it felt so good! I could feel my balls stirring and I squirmed a little as I sat there with this stranger working me towards an orgasm. He must have sensed that I was about to cum when he slowed to a snail's pace, then removed his hand completely.
He reached for his belt, trying to undo his trousers but couldn't manage while driving. "Undo my pants for me, Son," he ordered me.