It was raining again

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It was raining again
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Fri, 09-07-2012 - 1:27pm

Drops of rain accuse my windshield and then I noticed the ominous clouds.  Darker and darker.  A few hits of bright flashing on the horizon.  During this time of the year, big storms push east, and normally I don’t mind them, usually, I’m home. This one looked like it was going to be a good one. 

Up in the distance, what the hell?  The road had been empty.  I mean, this place is like a no-where-ville-kinda place.  I never pick-up hitch-hikers. Sh!t…..I pass the kid and then slow down and then stop and wait for him to get to the truck.  I open the passenger side window and wait for the kid.

He wasn’t actually a kid maybe like a twenty something.  

“Hey kid, this really isn’t the greatest spate of road to be walking around, especially with this thing coming. “  I point at the dark clouds that seem to be almost on top of us.  “Get in.”   The kid opens the back door and throws his gear onto the bench seat.

“Thanks mister! I thought I was a goner.  I haven’t seen a car, truck or anything in a couple of hours.  I thought I might have to hang out under the over-pass until this thing passes.” 

Over the next thirty minutes or so, I found out that the kid was twenty-one, his name was Will and was thumbing his way out to visit a friend in California.  And that he was a very happy camper and would pretty much have done anything to get picked up. 

I told Will that I never pick people up on the road.  He smiled and thanked me again.  The rain came.  And boy did it.  A torrent.  I knew we had a couple of miles and we’d have to sit out this storm in a rest area.  The rain came in sheets and it threw in some huge stones of thunder.  The lightning was ferocious.  It was like the sky had cracked.  We finally hit the exit to the rest area and found a place to park.  It really was something.

“Sam”, Will started,  “I really meant what I said earlier, about doing anything, to get out of the weather.  You’re a good guy and I’d like to show you some kind of….to show my appreciation.” I watched as Will moved closer to me, his voice low and steady.  He told me that he loved sucking cock and had been sucking and playing with cocks for a long time.  And if I wanted it…he would do that for me.  I sat there.  Motionless.  Mute. Remotely.  I watched as Will’s hand, slowly, started playing on my crotch.  The pressure and movement of his hand on my pants. I could feel the spark, ignite, and then the  blood would start flowing to the motor.   I heard myself say “Will, it’s really nothi….” I watched as my zipper was being unzipped.  My cock was out of my pants.  I watched as my cock was engulfed and then disappear into Will’s mouth.  For the first time, in my 50 years, I was being blown by a guy.  And it felt wonderful.  His hands expertly guided my penis.  Shaft on lips. Head against teeth and tongue.  Head and shaft deep into his warm and wet mouth.