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Keith South
My first gay sexual experience happened a few years ago when I hitched
a ride home from college in West Virginia. My car had died the
previous night and I decided to try to thumb my way home for the
weekend, about 75 miles from campus.
I was in my sophomore year, a psychology major, 18, slim but in decent
shape - 5' 8" and 135 - light brown hair and gray eyes. Since high
school, and even more after going away to college, I'd experienced
persistent stirrings of sexual attraction to males. But I hadn't yet
acted on those emerging impulses. In the previous two years, I'd had
two female lovers, and while these initiations were stimulating and
instructive, at 18 I found myself dreaming of male-to-male sex.
Well, I wasn't out on U.S. 40 more than 10 minutes that late fall
afternoon when a silver Acura stopped and I jumped in the passenger
seat with my overnight bag.
"Where you headed?" asked the guy, who appeared about 30, muscular
build, maybe six feet tall, one-eighty, swarthy, in a red polo shirt
and jeans.
"Millville," I replied. "Uh, I'm Eric."
"I'm Mike . . . I can take you about 30 miles up the pike."
He seemed OK, friendly, Southern accent. After maybe 20 miles he began
asking some personal questions, about family, college, then the
familiar hitch-driver's bait.
"I bet a good looking' guy like you gets more ass then he can handle,
huh?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say that, but I get my share," I fibbed.
"How 'bout a drink, Eric? I've got some good peach brandy here."
I began to feel somewhat uneasy, but since it was now almost dark, I
feared I might have trouble getting another ride if I declined to
drink or asked to get out.
He opened a pint bottle of Old Mr. Boston, took a swig then handed the
bottle to me. I took a big gulp of the sweet liqueur.
"Go ahead, Eric have some more."
Two more swallows and I began to feel warm and relaxed.
As he drove, he suddenly patted my left thigh with his right hand.
"You ever get it on with a guy, Eric? I mean, really experience it in
the raw?"
His hand stroked up my jeans, stopping just below my crotch, and back
to my knee. I took another swallow of the brandy and tried to act
relaxed and in control.
"N-no, no, I'm really not into that."
"Not REALLY?"
He slowed as we approached an intersection, then hung a left onto a
narrow two-lane road. His hand slid up to my crotch and lightly
caressed my genital area, up and down. Things were now happening so
fast that I barely noticed that I was becoming aroused as my penis
beneath my jeans and briefs stirred to his touch.
About a half-mile down the tree-lined road, he slowed as we approached
a small bungalow, and he pulled into the driveway. Stopping the car,
he leaned over and began to work his left hand over my thighs as his
right hand continued to rub the bulge in my crotch.
He smiled as I arched my back then pulled me to him as I started to
move away. I wouldn't say I was panicked at this point, but I
definitely felt myself losing control as the brandy began to relax my
inhibitions. My slender cock stirred within my tight bikini. I felt
a moistening.
"Now, come on Eric, don't tell me you're not gettin' a hard-on," he
murmured in my ear, as he continued to massage me. "Let's take a look
at that dick 'o yours, I bet you got a big ol' wang."
Before I could protest, he unsnapped and unzipped my jeans and plunged
his hand into the front of my pale blue low-rise briefs. I watched as
he pulled the front of them down with his free hand, exposing my cut
five-and-a-half-inch penis, which was now rising to attention. No man
had ever bared me like that and I felt a blush of embarrassment.
"Well," he whispered, "looks like you're gettin' excited, aren't you,
Eric?"
"Ah-h-h," I think maybe we should stop now, Mike."
"What? Hey, what's the matter, you don't like me, Eric? After me bein'
so good about givin' you a ride and all?"
Droplets of pre-cum emerged from the tip of my swollen cock head as
his fingers gently squeezed and kneaded my hot shaft. His other hand
pulled the front of my briefs farther down to reveal my small, nearly
hairless balls, which he gently fondled, first one, then the other.
Breathing hard, by now I was giving way to arousal and my resistance
ebbed further, as Mike expertly massaged my bare penis and balls,
lubing my scarlet glans and shaft with my trickling pre-cum. I
slouched into the seat, feeling the sweet milk flowing within me.
"Oh . . . oh . . . OHHHH!" I gasped as he tantalizingly traced his
finger down my frenulum, past my balls and perineum to my moist anus.
As he gently pulled on my cock, his finger entered my asshole, lightly
probing its tightness.
Suddenly, he stopped and pulled me upright by my sport shirt collar.
"God-damn, boy, don't you know better than to hitchhike and let a
stranger queer you up? Man, you could get really fucked up -- and I
bet your parents wouldn't like it one bit now would they if they knew
you took such risks!"
I was shocked to say the least by Mike's sudden mood change, and I
know my face flushed as I sat in his grasp with my naked hard-on still
oozing its pellucid fluid.
Then without warning Mike pushed me across the seat to the passenger
side door, gripped my arm and with me in his grasp, my jeans and
briefs still down at my upper thighs, he forced me from the vehicle.
He hustled me up the walkway to the darkened house, turned the
doorknob and pulled me in behind him. With one hand he switched on a
living room lamp then hustled me over to a couch and pushed me
face-down onto it, my girlish white firm little behind showing above
my lowered briefs and primed -- for a – spanking?
"I always like to give boys like you a good lickin' when they do
stupid things - like hitchin' rides - and I like nothin' better than
to spank their tight little bare asses until they burn."
For the first time, I felt fear, but I was also sensually aroused. No
male had ever placed hands on me that way. As Mike pressed me firmly
into the couch, he pulled my shirt up to my armpits, baring my silky
smooth back. Then he jerked my beltless jeans and briefs to my knees.
I felt the cool air waft over my exposed anus.
"N-no!" I cried, as he moved astride my calves, pinning me down with
his hand in the small of my back. He swiftly brought his other hand
palm down upon my naked behind with a stinging smack.
"SPANK! - SPANK! – SPANK - SPANK!"
"Ow-w-w!" I wailed as he spanked each of my pale, hairless adolescent
buttocks. I began to sniffle then sob as he his hand increased its
speed and force, raining slap after slap upon my jiggling, reddening
cheeks and ass crack, which he splayed with his free hand.
Then, as abruptly as he'd started, he stopped the spanking.
As I blubbered beneath him, he lightly ran his fingers down my back to
my sweaty anal cleft, sliding them slowly to my puckered brown anus.
Parting my buttocks, he inserted a moistened finger into my hole and
sunk it in - all the way to my prostate -- which he expertly located
and massaged with his finger tip.
Now, my hard-on, which had only slightly subsided during the spanking,
stirred again, as his other hand caressed and fondled my bare behind
and, underneath, my tightening bag.
As my erection swelled beneath me, Mike lowered his face to my bottom
and tenderly licked my lower back, down to my butt cleft. Next, he
licked and playfully nipped my red buns, one at a time, his saliva
soothingly painting them shiny. Then, as I lay quivering, face down,
in his loosening grip, he slowly slithered his tongue down, into my
anal crack, until it reached my anus! I spread my thighs and gasped
as his slippery tongue pushed into my opening, licking my hole, his
spittle lubricating the rim.
I could feel again the cum welling within my scrotum and knew that I
would soon shoot my load.
Soon I was completely under the spell of his ministrations and
succumbed completely when he thrust a hand beneath my belly,
encircling my hard penis with his fingers and rubbing the wet shaft,
while his tongue tantalizingly probed my rectum in slow, rhythmic
thrusts. Moisture seeped from my sphincter.
As Mike seemed to sense my imminent ejaculation, he stopped licking my
hole and ceased massaging my dick. I continued to grind my groin into
the couch, seeking my orgasmic release, but Mike turned me firmly but
gently over onto my back, revealing my red and swollen penis, my
tortured red glans shiny with pre-cum and my tight little balls
straining beneath.
He swiftly pulled my jeans and soaked little briefs down my legs to my
ankles. He removed my Nikes and socks then slid my jeans and briefs
off onto the floor where they were joined by my shirt, which Mike
pulled, partly unbuttoned, over my head. I was now fully immersed in
sexual ecstasy, but still I felt so vulnerable at this point -- at his
mercy -- especially since I was now completely nude and he was fully
clothed.
Mike knelt on the floor beside my boyishly slim naked body. A surge of
passion shot through me as he sucked my erect nipples and licked down
my flat belly, tonguing my navel then descending into my soft curly
public hair. Again his fingers encircled my penis, slowly, knowingly
masturbating me. I could feel my creamy jism surging as Mike licked my
cock head, flicking the tip of his tongue into my pee-hole, searing my
aching balls. His fingers released my cock as he sucked it into his
moist mouth all the way back to his throat, where his tongue laved the
underside of my shaft and his fingers cupped and caressed my scrotum.
"M-m-m-m-m-m," I moaned, as he slid a finger again into my wet sticky
anus, slowly corkscrewing it deeper into my asshole.
I exploded then with incredible force, spurting what seemed like
stream after stream of my milky semen into Mike's mouth as he
swallowed each spasm. After coming, like, forever, I arched my back
and thrust my cock as far into Mike's mouth as it would go to empty my
testicles of my dream juice. Meanwhile, Mike's finger was still up my
anus applying steady pressure to my prostate, blissfully extending my
orgasm above and beyond any I had ever experienced.
Afterward, I settled back into the couch as Mike licked my softening
damp penis to another erection and tenderly sucked in each of my hard
balls, rolling his tongue lovingly over and around each testicle until
they were covered with spittle.
"Let me know when you're going to shoot," Mike said. "I want to see
your cum right when it spurts out of your dick slit."
Within two minutes I signaled Mike, gasping, "Yes - yes – oh-h-h-h,
it's c-coming --NOW!"
I shot a load of ejaculate onto Mike's face, then emptied my pearly
cream in his willing mouth.
Afterward, I eased into a refractory repose, moaning softly as Mike
embraced, kissed and hugged me, fondling my nipples and tracing
circles around my navel with his finger.
I knew he was watching my cock swell anew under his ministrations, and
I tentatively reached for his stained and bulging crotch. As he bent
to flick his tongue into my ear, my fingers found his jeans zipper and
slid it down all the way. His shirt had pulled out of his pants, so I
was pleasantly confronted by tented white jockeys, obviously covering,
barely, a very turgid cock.
Hooking my fingers into his elastic waistband, I pulled out and down
to bare his eight-inch uncut penis, oozing pre-cum, his shiny swollen
glans triumphant above his stretched foreskin.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Mike," I murmured, as, hungrily, my lips enveloped his
gorgeous organ. He winced as my teeth touched his throbber.
"Sorry."
"It's all right," he whispered, as I slid my covering lips again to
the tip of his cock and flicked my tongue against it, locking onto
his corona, while gently moving my moist palm up and down his hard
shaft. I pushed my tongue into his pee-hole, and tasted sweet male
fluid for the first time.
I sucked his cock into my mouth, to the hilt, then back off it, again
and again, as he moaned and whimpered and held my head firmly upon his
beautiful dick. As I sucked him, I inhaled his musky man-smell, and,
impelled by my lust-fueled passion, I reached and unsnapped his jeans
and, sliding my mouth from his dribbling penis, I wrenched his jeans
and briefs down his thighs.
Mike stood and stripped, then reclined beside me as we firmly
embraced.
I moved down him, licking and biting his taut nipples until he
squealed. Moving to his waist, I tongued his hair-wreathed
bellybutton and lapped his ample abdomen down to his curliness. I
seized his fuzzy buttocks, sliding my hands into his sweaty butt crack
and a finger into his asshole.
"Un-n-n-n," Mike groaned as I probed his rectal secrets. My mouth and
tongue vacuumed his blue-veined peter into my salivating orifice and I
teased and tantalized him for a quarter-hour until his cock throbbed
and he jammed it deeper in my throat.
Gagging and swallowing, I pulled his ass closer to me, two fingers now
probing for his prostate.
"Aghhhh - oh-oh-oh, God, Eric, Er-RIC, oh GOD !"
Mike came, robustly, powerfully, into my mashed mouth, his strong
hands and fingers grasping and scratching my behind and lower back. I
swallowed his thick fluid and sucked him dry.
Mike and I slept entwined that night, and twice more we sucked each
other off, slowly, leisurely, lovingly. And we mouth-swapped our cum,
and rimmed each other crazy. We finally fell asleep in each other's
embrace, then made long and gentle love again in the morning, when I
experienced my first anal intercourse. Intense, a bit bloody, but
sooooooooo beautiful and liberating.
Needless to say, I never made it home that weekend.
During my remaining years at the college we frequently met at Mike's
house for lovemaking and companionship. We've since drifted apart --
I've found a new boyfriend, and so has Mike. But I've never forgotten
the hitchhiking episode that released a frustrated boy into the
wondrous world of male-to-male love. To this day, that day remains
treasured within my psyche. It was -- IS -- the most intense sex I've
had to date.
But of course, I'm always looking. And I'm not adverse to sucking
pussy ...
or absorbing some thwacks from a well-aimed riding crop!