It was back in the 1950s. I was hitchhiking back home for the weekend from the University of Michigan. And I was having a tough time catching rides that Friday afternoon. Finally, a guy powder blue in a Pontiac Convertible, stopped and asked me if I needed a ride. He was very good looking and I judged him to be about 30 years old or so. Dressed in white slacks and a pink sport shirt. The radio was on, and we made small talk for a few miles. Then out of the blue, he asked me, “Have you ever had your cock sucked?” I told him No, which was true — wondering to myself, “What have I gotten myself into?” He kept talking, how he was gay, and going up North for a weekend of fun and frolic, and maybe, before we got to Saginaw, we could drive off into a farmer’s field, park and have some mutual sex. I told him I didn’t think so, but he kept smiling at me, and telling me how great it was, and finally I found myself getting a hard on. After a few more miles, he slowed down and guided the car into a secluded area off the highway. There he unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully erect penis — at least 9″ or more in length. Then he asked me to get mine out. And I did. Mine was nowhere near as long — probably no longer than 7″, if that. Before I knew it, he had slid over on the leather bench seat and started sucking on my cock. I had to admit it felt tremendous. After just a few minutes I blew my load completely, and to my amazement, he too it all.
Then he said it was my turn. I really hesitated. But, he had made me feel so damn good, I felt I couldn’t deny him, and so, for the first time in my life, I took his penis in my mouth and tried to imitate what he had done to me. I found it wasn’t hard at all, and in a way, I enjoyed it. I sucked him til he came/I could not take it all and so he handed me his handkerchief and most of it ended up wrapped in that.
He thanked me for doing such a great job.
We drove out onto the highway after that, and he dropped me off in Bay City, while he continued on his way up North
I never saw him again in my life. But, I have never forgotten that experience in the farmer’s field just 30 years ago.
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