I was hitch-hiking up to the Gold Coast where I intended to spend a couple of weeks. I already had accommodation arranged so all I had to do was get my butt up there. I'd allowed three days for the hitch-hiking and so far everything was going according to plan.
I was currently on the outskirts of a smallish town trying for a lift when this old banger pulled up and the passenger in the front offered me a lift. There were four young men in the car, late teens or early twenties. Okay, they looked reasonably neat and respectable but hopping in a car with four young men? I don't think so.
I was polite. I didn't just tell them to hop it but thanked them nicely and said I'd prefer not to accept a ride with them. The driver laughed.
"Told you so," he told the others, "and you can't blame her in the least. Hop in a car with four strange men? I don't think so."
His thoughts so closely paralleled mine that I felt quite charitable towards him and gave him a big smile as I waved them on their way. Then I settled back to wait some more. Ten minutes later I had some better luck. An elderly car in immaculate condition pulled up and the elderly female passenger offered me a lift. A man of the same vintage as her was driving, presumably her husband.
"We're only going about fifty miles," the old girl told me apologetically, "but we can let you off at the big Diner just out of town. You should have no trouble catching another lift from there."
I thanked her and hopped in the car and we set off. The car may have been elderly but it ran like a dream and I complemented them on that. It turned out that the car had been a wedding present and they'd now had it for over forty years, the old man doing all the maintenance himself. He'd done a good job and I told him so.
We finally came to a side road and they pulled over.
"We part company here, dear," said the old girl. "I know, you're wondering about where the Diner is. If you look down there where the road curves off to the right you can see one of their signs and some of their lights. You can trot down there in a minute or so with no problems."
I craned my neck and finally spotted a sign if not the lights. It was probably about half a mile down but that wouldn't really take me long to walk. Five minutes at the most. I gave them a thumbs up, thanked them for the ride, and stepped back while they made their turn and continued on their way.
I'd barely got started when a car pulled up next to me. To say I was surprised to see the old banger with the four boys is to put it mildly. The front seat passenger just leaned against the window, smiling cheerfully.
"Fancy running into you again," he said. "You could have knocked me down with a brick when I realised we'd come across the same hitch-hiker. How come you're stuck out here in the middle of nowhere? What sort of idiot dumped you here?"
"It's not the middle of nowhere," I pointed out. "An elderly couple let me out here but they pointed out that there's a Diner just down the road. I can catch another lift there, thank you."
"Sorry to contradict you," he said, "but you're using the wrong tense. You undoubtedly meant to say there was a Diner just down the road, said Diner not being in use currently since it burned down last month."
My tummy did a nasty flip-flop as my chat with the elderly couple had included the information that their just out of town was actually ten miles. Didn't matter. I still wasn't getting in the car with a bunch of young men.
"I suppose that since I've broken one bit of bad news to you I might as well break the rest of it. Seeing that we've run into you here in this lonely spot we're going to undress you and take turns fucking you. It seems to me that you have two choices here. You can try to fight us off and get fucked anyway, or just go along with our demands. You'll find it a lot nicer experience if you just cooperate and do as we tell you."
I looked around, trying to decide which way to bolt, only to find that the two back seat passengers had quietly opened their doors and were now standing behind me, ready to grab me. Just like that it dawned on me that I was in trouble and that while I wasn't fucked yet I soon would be.
The disturbing thing about the situation wasn't that I was scared. I was, naturally enough, but not all that scared. No, the disturbing thing was the fact that I was wildly excited, heat already exploding through my loins. I mean, I know I was going to be screwed by four men but they were clean and not bad looking. As long as I was cooperative I didn't think they'd be violent. Actually a couple of them looked slightly apologetic that they were going to do this, not that that would stop them. So I was about to have a, let's say, prolonged sexual encounter with multiple partners, and I couldn't be blamed or criticised for it. It wasn't my fault, no matter how you looked at it.
Turning to face the front again after looking around I found the driver had got out of the car and was walking around it to face me, and the passenger was also getting out. I looked around at the four men and then faced the driver, swallowing nervously.
"Are you going to make me get undressed here, in front of you all?" I asked. "I mean, another car might come along. You can't really expect me to strip naked."
From the slightly surprised look that flashed across the face of the passenger that thought hadn't even occurred to him. The driver just jumped on the idea as if it was what he intended all along.
"Of course we can," he said in an affable voice. "Don't worry about other traffic. You're effectively hidden by the car and the boys standing around. Please feel free to undress, starting with your shorts."
"Eh? Why my shorts?" I was somewhat surprised. I'd have taken my top off first if left to my own devises. I mean, who undresses from the bottom up?
"Because I say so," came the answer, "and may I point out that I'm waiting. Ah, Beau, grab that rug out of the car and spread it on the ground. It would be rude of us to expect her to lie on the dirty old ground. I'm still waiting." That last bit was a reminder to me, not Beau.
I slowly, very slowly, undid my shorts and slid them down. If I had to strip I was going to do it real slow, making them wait. Petty of me, I know, but satisfying and, oddly enough, exciting, knowing they were waiting for the big reveal, their cocks probably getting harder by the second.
I stepped out of my shorts and dropped them onto the rug that Beau had so thoughtfully spread out. Then I reached for the buttons on my shirt.
"Panties first," said the driver and I paused.
"What? Why?" I demanded, only to be met by a bland smile and the same answer as last time. "Because I say so." What an arrogant pig that man was.
