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The Hitcher, Part One
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From: bubba.therrien.0@gate.net (Bubba Therrien)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Hitcher part 1 of 3
Date: Tue, 28 Feb 1995 09:18:51 GMT
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Hello All!
THE HITCHER....A TRUE STORY
It was a pleasant January night in South Florida and I was out just
riding around in my car . . . checking things out . . . which is one
of my favorite pastimes. The tourist season hadn't really started
yet and things were rather dull around Fort Lauderdale so, I thought
that I would take U.S. Route 1 down to Miami. It wasn't as quick as
taking the Interstate, but usually a bit more interesting. I didn't
know it yet but this particular night, it was going to be a lot more
interesting than usual.
I was almost to the city limits when I came upon this young, slim,
but well proportioned, good looking guy, who was hitchhiking. He
looked to be about 18 or 19 years old and had shoulder length
sun-bleached blonde hair, was about 5'8" tall and looked from a
distance like your typical Florida surfer boy.
I pulled over and he jumped into the car flashing me an incredibly
cute smile saying, "Thanks" as he slammed the door behind him. I
asked where he was headed for and he told me Hollywood, which was
about ten miles ahead, or halfway to Miami.
I said, "no problem" and pulled back out into the light traffic. I
introduced myself and he told me his name was Chris. He seemed a bit
shy, so I took the initiative of striking up a conversation. Chris
offered polite answers but didn't really expand beyond supplying the
precise information requested.
Before long, Chris started to relax and became more conversational. I
would get glimpses of his exceptionally handsome face from the
headlights as we passed oncoming cars. "God this kid is cute!" I
thought to myself. The oncoming cars kept lighting up his face but
the street lights would light up his lap as he sat in the seat next
to me. My eyes kept flashing from the road, to his face, to his
crotch, depending on the angle of the light.
My first glance toward his crotch caused me to emit a controlled
gasp, and a wave of excitement tingled through my whole body. There
was an outline of a huge shaft which had slipped down the leg of his
jeans. It rivaled that of my boyhood buddy whose nickname in school
was "Big Dick." This had nothing to do with his name which was Don,
or his 5'7" height or weight of 155 lbs. It was a tribute to having
the largest dick in the school of 1100 students and was fully ten
inches when hard. He wasn't afraid to show it either, he was pretty
proud of it but that's another story.
Chris told me he had been living with his father in Daytona, but
they didn't get along too well so he left, and thumbed to Hollywood
to live with his mother for a while. He said that he had been in
Fort Lauderdale looking for a job. The more I looked at that
beautiful face of his and that overstuffed right pant leg the
hornier I got. I could think of a job I would like to offer him
right away but I got the feeling that was not what he had in mind.
We were getting close to Hollywood, and if there was going to be any
chance of this being anything more than me giving this guy a ride
home, and a missed opportunity, I knew that I should give some sort
of hint or something.
I decided to dive into this subject with both feet because if I
didn't he would soon be out of the car and on his way. I swallowed
hard, composed myself and then sort of matter-of-factly mentioned
that there was quite a bulge there in his pants and he must be hung
like a bull.
Continued in next message...
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