I had the promise of a job at the Kelly Springfield plant just outside of Tyler, Texas, and was hitching my way there. I was traveling from Tallahassee, Florida and was just past Gulfport, Mississippi. I was down to my last 13 dollars. I was eating only once a day to make my-money last.
I had not had a ride since early morning, and had stopped at a drive-in for a cup of coffee. It was now a little past noon.
I had dropped out of Florida State University due to a lack of funds. I'm not gay but had been supporting myself by sucking cock for money. One of the side-effects of the Covid epidemic was guys stopped seeking blow jobs. So, the vast majority of my income went away. I had literally been sucking my way through college.
While sitting at the lunch counter, I could hear a middle age couple talking in a nearby booth. It seemed they were traveling to Athens, Texas, and my destination was right on their way.
I screwed up the courage to approach them to ask for a ride. I quickly spilled out my story of having a job waiting for me, but did not have the money for transportation.
The man asked, "Do you have a drivers license and would be willing to do some driving?" I quickly replied in the affirmative, and was asked to sit down.
I said, "My name is Jared Boucher and I'm from Fort Myers, Florida and dropped out of Florida State due to lack of money, but I have a friend that works at the Kelly Springfield plant outside of Tyler, and I have a job offer there."
"We are the Giffords. I'm Oscar and this is my-wife Hilda. We drive right past the Kelly Springfield plant on our way to our home in Athens," the man said.
"When was the last time you ate?" Hilda asked.
"Other than coffee, yesterday morning," I replied.
"Oscar, order him some lunch," she said.
My luck had been all bad, but seemed to have changed for the better. Oscar ordered me the burger basket special. I thanked him profusely, and tried hard not to wolf the food down.
Once we were done with lunch, Oscar handed me the keys to his Lincoln Town Car and told me to stay on Interstate 10 till we reached Lafayette, Louisiana, and then turn north on Interstate 49 to Shreveport. He then said, "I'm going to get in the back and take a nap."
Hilda got in the front with me, and we headed down the road on Interstate 10.
We had not gone more than ten minutes when I could hear Oscar softly snoring. No sooner had Oscar begin to snore when I felt Hilda's hand in my lap fondling my cock. I lurched and glanced her way only to see this attractive middle age lady with a wry smile on her face. Her fondling caused a stirring and my cock began to grow. Something she could tell.
Soon my cock was rock hard and ached for release. I was a bit stunned and sat rigid not knowing how to respond. I did not want to do anything to change my good fortune.
Hilda whispered, "My, my you do seem to have a nice one." I remained tongue tied.
Then she began the process of removing my cock from my pants. Once loose it stood straight up displaying a big mushroom head. The Town Car was big enough for Hilda to get on her hands and knees on the front seat. Once in position, she engulfed my cock. I was normally the cocksucker, but now I was on the receiving end. Oh, how my fortune had changed.
Her warm wet mouth was now performing in a fashion as good or better than I ever did while sucking cock. And I rarely got any complaints. I was trying desperately to keep my driving safe. Damn this woman was good. This was definitely not her first blow job.
I was nearing orgasm and she seemed to sense it and eased off, thereby, edging me. Damn, she was a pro. Finally, when I could no longer hold back, I flooded her mouth, as my orgasm washed over me. It was all I could do to keep the Town Car on the road. My cock slipped from her mouth and she greedily swallow the entire load.