A gay sex story: Giving and Getting a Ride Ch. 01
I had been on the road for some time. Once again, on my way from point A, via unspecified hotel, to point B. As the CEO of a firm I had to do a lot of travelling. Usually by plane, but every now and then, especially when I had several meetings in more or less the same area, I would rent a car and get moving – which was fine, as it gave me some time on my own. Although I loved my wife and children very much, it is sometimes good to be on one’s own. All I needed to think of was me myself and I.
And although I hated to admit it, the occasional encounters with women was fluid for life. I loved how I still was able to seduce and fuck the girls, and then leave in the morning without a note. It made me feel younger than my 38 years. Which, let it be known, hardly was visible. Not very, anyway. I put a lot of pride and effort into looking good. I worked out a lot, and dressed and drove like a million dollars. Which I, come to think of it, was, anyway. What a coincidence.
So, here I was, out on my own again. Only this time, instead of touring the US of A, I had a string of meetings to attend to in Europe. Good ol’ Europe, with the liberated women I would never chance to meet again. But as the roads in Europe are numerous and signed in all sorts of strange languages, it didn’t take long before I has strayed off the mail road, and was driving some back road. For the first hour, it was okay, as I wasn’t in any real hurry – my next meeting was scheduled for the next day. But then I started getting anxious about getting where I was supposed to at all. The signs were getting scarcer, so I eventually made my mind up to stop and ask for directions. And voila, there he was, a man standing by the road. Closing in on him, I could see that he was actually trying to get a ride.
“A hitchhiker.” I mumbled to myself. Maybe he could direct me to a decent hotel. And offer some company, instead of the less-than-comprehensible blabbering radio stations. I slowed down. Without waiting for me to okay him, he just opened the front door and got in next to me. As he slid into the seat, his body scent filled the car and my nostrils. A strong, sweet, masculine odour. A pleasant mix between fresh perspiration and masculine after shave. With a brilliant pearly white smile, he held out his hand and said his name.
“Marco!”
I shook his hand, as I gave him a closer look. Younger guy, 20-something. Dark complexion and dark wavy hair that fell over his brown eyes. I assumed he might be Spanish, but he was darker than most other Spaniards I had met. He appeared to be a bit shorter than me, perhaps 5’8, compared to my 6’2. But whatever his height, he was well built. Maybe he was a laborer, or maybe he worked out several days a week. Whatever the recipe, he sported some strong arms and broad shoulders. His shorts didn’t conceal a muscular ass and some incredibly muscled thighs and calves. I was impressed. I worked out a lot myself, but this young man was a piece of work. I explained my predicament to Marco. He gave another of his beautiful smiles, patted me on my thigh, and assured me he would get me wherever I wanted. His said this with a wink I assumed was some Southern European way of signaling “All ok” although the pat had seemed to linger for a second longer than…hetero.
Oh heck, what did I know. It was several days since my last fuck, I had could feel the sexual tension building. I started asking him some questions about him hitch-hiking, how come he was still doing it. After all, there were some lunatics out there! He smiled.
“Well, you could be one, too!”
“Relax, man. I am not that kind of guy?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Really? What if you are? Maybe I’m in for a surprise…”
I laughed, a bit uncertain what he was suggesting. Surprise? I asked him if it was hard getting a ride, to which he mentioned something about somebody usually getting a ride, with him in the car. Being somewhat preoccupied with the driving, I asked him how come. He shrugged.
“I have this MD, you see. It seems to get me where I want. However, my last ride didn’t want a ride. So I left.”
“MD?” I said questioningly. He smiled. Not the kind of smile that comes of an innocent joke, but a smile from a position of power.
“MD. As in Magical dick.”
I nodded.
“I see. And the girls can’t resist it?”
“Girls… guys… whoever. That last one was a guy. I think he was afraid.”
My heart skipped a beat.
“What do you mean – guys?” I said, before thinking.
“You know…guys. Boys. Men. People like you and me.”
“Eh, like in…homosexuals?”
He laughed.
“Yeah, probably some of them. I don’t really care. If I feel horny and some attractive person wants to serve me, I am not the one to deny them the pleasure. And believe me, quite a lot of people want me. Or rather, want me to do them. I am no present for them to take.” he said, and gave me another of his winks.
I was dumfounded, and had no idea what to say. Fortunately, or should I say – unfortunately – he kept the conversation rolling.
“Sometimes, they don’t notice. Maybe they are totally uninterested. But most of them, once they get a look at it…”
He patted his crotch.
“They just seem to want it. Like yesterday, I got a ride with this couple. Married people. The woman – the wife, was pregnant, and wanted to sleep, so she got a back seat. Her husband seemed ok for the first miles. Then I started noticing how he kept glancing at my crotch.”
As he said this, I caught myself doing the exact same thing. I have no idea why I did it. I didn’t want to, especially considering the story he was telling. But even worse, when I quickly looked at him, I could see how he had seen me looking. I swallowed, and swore to keep my eyes on the road for the remainder of the drive.
“So after this had gone on for a while, I simply asked him if he wanted to hold it. And he did.” Marco said matter of factly.
“Got it out of my pants. While he was still driving. To begin with, he seemed at a loss bout what to do with it.”
He laughed. I had no idea why. I only knew that his story was starting to turn me on. Big time.
“Before twenty minutes had passed, however, he had pulled over and was sucking it.”
Once again, he patted his cock. And once again, I glanced quickly. I could see the contours through the denim of his shorts. Why was I doing it? Why was I looking at where I knew his cock was, as if hoping to see the scene from yesterday? And why the fuck was I getting turned on? I was a ladies man, I fucked the girls in any position known to man. I made the women scream in delight when I pounded them, either in their cunts or in their asses. Maybe I was still jet lagged. And horny as hell. I hoped Marco was done telling his story, but he wasn’t.
“He got his load as his wife started stirring in the back. I can tell you, he was in some hurry to swallow my juice before he could start conversing with his wife! I left the car there. I think his wife might have suspected something was fishy, she gave me a funny look as I walked past the car. Sexy broad, I would have loved to do her some other time. Anyway – “