Conversation With A Hitchhiker

Conversation With a Hitchhiker by Greg Bowden j_and_g@telis.org

I saw him well before I got to the on ramp, standing by the guard rail, holding out his thumb: five foot ten or eleven, short, curly reddish brown hair and the sort of smile they sell toothpaste with. I pulled onto the gravel shoulder and ran down the passenger side window. "Hi. Where're you heading?"

He came over to the car and bent down, looking in. "Atascadero. You know, down the road?"

"I know. Tell you what, if you provide the entertainment I'll give you a ride. All the way."

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and squinted at me. "What do you mean `entertainment'?"

"Well, I tell you. What you have to do is take your shirt off, push your pants down and play with yourself while we go. And you have to come at least once before we get there."

"And what're you going to be doing all this time, feeling me up? No way, man."

"I keep my hands to myself. No touching, no fooling around. I just watch. What do you say?"

He squatted down so he could look directly at me. "Well... That's all I have to do? Just play with my dick while you watch? I don't have to touch you or anything?"

"Just play with your dick. But you do have to come at least once, don't forget that."

"You get off on that? Watching a guy fooling around with himself? That's weird man, really weird."

I laughed. "Don't knock it until you've tried it, I always say. Anyway, that's the deal, take it or leave it. And hurry up, I gotta get going."

"I don't know." He was thinking about it. After ten seconds or so I revved up the engine and put my hand on the shift lever. "Okay, okay, wait a minute. I gotta get my stuff."

He picked up his backpack and came uncertainly back to the car. "Toss your backpack there in the back seat," I called to him. "And toss your shirt in with it. Come on, let's get going."

He shrugged out of his tee shirt and stuffed it into the backpack before climbing in and settling himself into the leather seat. "Nice car, man. Bitchin'. Bet it can go two hundred miles an hour if you want."

We took off down the nearly deserted highway at considerably less than two hundred miles an hour. "You going to take your pants down?"

"Yea, yea, just wait a minute. This is kind of embarrassing, you know? I never did anything like this before... In front of someone I mean. I guess I jacked off a million times before but... Well, it's weird, that's all." He fingered the buttons on his jeans for a moment and then suddenly pulled them open, shoving them and his shorts down to the floor. "Okay, there. That what you want to see?"

"That's what I want to see. It's a handsome one, too. You're lucky. Your folks left you natural."

"Natural? I don't think I ever saw an unnatural one. Did you?"

"No, I mean they didn't have you circumcised. I like that. Most guys don't have any skin."

He turned and looked directly at me for the first time since he'd gotten in the car. "You seen a lot of guys? I mean, do you do this a lot?"

"When I can. That beginning to feel good, your dick being out in the air like that? Looks to me like it's beginning to grow."

He looked down at himself. "You want me to jack off now?"

"Suit yourself. But remember, you have to play with it all the way to Atascadero. Maybe you want to hold off for a bit..."

"Maybe. It's beginning to feel awful good though." He took his cock in his hand and fondled it for a couple of minutes. Then he raised his hands, like a hold up victim. "Look at that. It stands up all by itself."

"It's a strong one, all right. Pretty big, too. Skin it back, will you? I want to see what the head looks like."

He pulled the skin back, holding it at the base. "Like this? Makes it looked clipped doesn't it, like the other guys." He held on to the base, watching me look at him. "You like that? I thought you liked them... What'd you call it? Natural?"

"I do. Natural ones are the best but I like to see it that way, too."

"It won't stay like this. Look, see how the skin just slides up? It wants to stay covered up."

"Can I see that again?"

"This?" He pulled the skin back again and then let it go, watching it slowly slip up to cover the head of his cock.

"Yes. That's nice."

He did it again, still looking at his cock. "Can't let it do that too much. It feels too good." He let go of his cock and moved lower, hefting his scrotum.

"You like that, playing with your balls?"

"Yea. Sometimes. Lets my dick cool down some." He was silent for a bit, kneading his balls and taking quick glances at me. "You're really getting off on this, aren't you? Watching me? You watch a lot of guys?"

"Some. When I can. You ever play with your tits when you jack off?"

"Why? You get off on that too?"

"Not especially. Unless you do. I like seeing whatever you like doing."

His hand slowly drifted up to his chest. "They get hard, sometimes, just like my dick, if I play with them." He licked his middle finger and lightly touched his nipples. "See? Just like tiny little dicks sticking out of my chest." He closed his eyes for a few minutes, giving himself up to his nipples. "Aw, man, I can't keep doing this too long, you know?"

"I can see. Your dick is beginning to shake."

"It does that. When it's aching to let go. It just wants to unload all that stuff my balls are pushing up to it." He stroked his dick a few times, slipping his fist over it and slowly pushing down until his cockhead pushed out through the circle of his thumb and forefinger." "Man, I think I just gotta get it off. It's too much..."

"Skin it back when you come. I want to see the cum shoot out."

"Sure? I mean, I shoot a lot. I'll probably hit the..." He pushed his fist down one more time and sucked in his breath. "Okay. Okay, here it comes man. It's on the way. Really. Here..." He took his hands away and let the first few shots go wild, his dick jerking and spitting where it pleased. After that he took it back in his hand, making it last.

"That was beautiful. There's some Kleenex there if you want. Under the seat."

He found the tissues and dabbed at himself. "Oh, man, it's always so sensitive after I come, you know? I can hardly touch it, even with the skin up." He wiped his belly and chest and then glanced around. "Sorry, I guess I got it on the console, too, didn't I? I told you I shoot a lot. Here... Shit. I got you, too. You want a Kleenex?"

"No, I'm okay. And it's not yours, it's mine."

"It's... You mean you shot off in your pants? Watching me get off?"

"It happens once in a while. When it's very exciting."

"I can't believe it. I got you off. Just by sitting here jacking off." He looked out the window for a few moments, thinking. "You do that when you... watch other guys?"

"I told you, it has to be very exciting for it to happen. And let's not talk about other guys. Let's talk about you."

"What do you mean? Talk about what?"

"Whatever you want to talk about. How did it feel when you came just now?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Good I guess. You know."

"No, I don't know. I wouldn't ask if I knew."

"It's hard to say." He was quiet for minute, actually thinking about it. "Kind of cold, all through me but hot, too, you know? Like it's these waves or something, like when you sneeze only a million times better." He shook his head." "What can I say? It's like coming."

"Can you do it again? Before we get to Atascadero?"

"If we keep talking about it." He looked out the window again, his hand tracing a slow path down his chest. "My record is eight times. In one day, I mean. I probably could of done one or two more only it got kind of raw, you know? From all the friction. One day in school, in physics class? we were learning about friction and Mr. Dodge, he's the teacher, he asked us for examples of what we couldn't have if we didn't have friction. I said `orgasms' and everyone just cracked up. Except ol' Mr. Dodge. He got all embarrassed." He abandoned the passing scenery and looked at me. "You think he does it too? Mr. Dodge?"

"I never met a man who didn't."

"Yea, I guess." His hands drifted back to his crotch and he began touching himself very lightly. "Look, it's starting to come up again." He shot me a quick glance. "You really like looking at it?"

"I really like that, yes. It's a very handsome dick."

"Why do they call it a dick when it's really a penis?"

"Why do you think?"

"I don't know. Maybe some guy named Richard called his that and it stuck. You know, like a pet name."

"That could be. Do you have a pet name for yours?"

"No..." He looked down, studying at himself. "You'd laugh."

"No I wouldn't. Try me."

"Well... Okay. Pokey. I call him -- it -- Pokey sometimes."

"Why Pokey?"

"I don't know. Because he pokes out in front of me all the time I guess."

"That's very good. I like it."

He looked up at me again. "What do you call yours?"

"I never thought about it. I guess it doesn't have a name."

He grinned at me. "I know what I'd call him. I'd call him Shooter. `Cause he shoots off in your pants all the time."

"Not all the time. But thanks, maybe I will call it Shooter."

"Would he be Big Shooter or Little Shooter?"

"Well, compared to you, if they were just lying there asleep, I guess it'd have to be Big Shooter. But up and ready for action, like Pokey is now, well, maybe Shooter Junior would be about right."

"No kidding. Can I see?"

"You like to look at other guy's dicks?"

He looked away. "No, but... Well, I guess everybody does, right? I mean, just to compare. See how you stack up and all."

"How do you think you stack up? In the locker room, say."

He shrugged and looked down at himself again. "Okay, I guess. But like you said, Pokey's not all that impressive when he's... asleep. There's lots of guys bigger than him."

"Too bad you can't show him off when he's up hard. I'll bet that'd give them something to be envious about."

"You think so? Like now?" He was pleased.

"Especially like now, when he's half way to shooting and feeling so good. Haven't you ever seen any of the other guys when they're hard?"

"No." He played with himself for a while, thinking. "Well, maybe a couple. There's this one guy, Billy, who gets hard all the time in the showers. At first he tried to hide it but we all kidded him so much now he just lets it stick out and acts like he's proud of it."

"Should he be proud?"

"I guess. I mean, it's not as big as Pokey or anything but it's nice. He's clipped, too, so it's kind of different looking, you know, with no skin on the head or anything."

"Lots of natural guys don't have any skin on the head when it's hard. The skin just naturally slips back and you'd never know they had any. That's one reason I like yours so much, the skin stays up unless you pull it back."

"I never thought about that. I thought all... natural guys were like me."

"Didn't you ever see another guy with skin get hard?"

"Once. But he was like me. More. None of the head showed and when he shot off he held the skin closed and kept it all inside. I can't do that, I mean, it always overflows and runs out. Or shoots out all over the place if the skin is pulled back like it was... well, you know."

"You watched him jack off?"

"Uh... well, yea, sort of. I mean, he was just finishing up when I came in the locker room and I think maybe he couldn't stop, you know? Like he was already there and even if he let go he'd still shoot off. It only took a couple of minutes and he didn't see me or anything." He went back to staring at his dick. "Anyway, it was interesting watching another guy like me do it."

"Skin it back and hold it for a minute, will you? I want to see how you'd look if you were clipped."

He slid his hand down the shaft, gathering and holding the skin at the base. "Like this? Shit, that really feels good, the air blowing all over it." He contemplated himself for a long moment. "You think it's okay? I mean, would I look okay if I was clipped?"

"Yes, I think you would. But I like it better the way you are. Let go and let the skin slip back up."

"I once wanted to see what it'd be like, being clipped, so I tried to go all day with the skin pulled back. I couldn't though, because it kept slipping back up, so I got me a rubber band -- not a tight one, I heard if you put a tight one on your dick it might fall off -- anyway, I put this rubber band around it, to hold the skin down."

"Did you like it, feeling like a circumcised boy?"

"I never found out. I couldn't stand it, feeling the head rubbing in my pants and it was hard all the time so I had to take it off."

"You should have used a condom."

"A rubber? What would that do?"

"Hold the skin back. And if you put on two you'd feel pretty much what a clipped guy feels because you wouldn't be so sensitive."

His cheeks colored just a little. "I--I guess I never tried a rubber."

"There's some in the glove compartment there if you want to try one now."

He jumped at the chance. "How do you... Never mind, I got it. Shit, you buy these things by the case? You must use a lot of them."

"Sometimes guys like to fool around with them. Go ahead, tear it open. Now, skin yourself back and just roll it on."

He positioned the condom on the head of his cock and noticed the reservoir tip. "What's this for?"

"That's for guys like you who shoot off with about a cup of stuff. It holds your cum."

"Neat idea. Man, that feels good, rolling down my dick. Hey look, it's keeping the skin down." He ran his fingers experimentally over the latex covered head of his dick. "But still, I'd have a hard-on all the time with the head out like that, rubbing around in my pants."

"That's why you need two. Or in your case maybe three. Go ahead, stick a few in your pocket and take them with you. You can experiment with them later."

"Okay, thanks." He pulled at the base of the condom, pulling it down tight and then letting it slip up just a bit. "It's really weird, you know? Wearing this thing? Like Pokey is in someone's fist, not even mine, and getting squeezed. And everything moves doesn't it, all along it. Man, I can't take much of this or I'm going to blow off again."

"You going to do that? Shoot off in the rubber? Or take it off and let loose in the air the way you did before?"

"Which way do you want?"

"Take it off. I like the way you smell when you come."

He nodded. "Yea, I kind of get off on that too sometimes. After I come I rub it all over me, you know, just for the... the smell. And then I have to jack off again because... I don't know why, I just always do." He busied himself taking the condom off. "You ever taste it, your cum?"

"Did you?"

"Sometimes. Just lick my finger, you know? Just to see how it tastes."

"How does it taste?"

"Like it smells. Almost exactly like it smells except it's kind of salty, too." His voice was getting ragged and he seemed to be losing track of what he was saying. "I'm about ready to... Shall I peal it back like last time?"

"Do what you always do, how it feels best to you."

"Oh, man, I think... Yea, it's coming, fast now. Get ready. Oh, shit, here it comes. Go, go, go..." He did it again, dropping his cock at the last minute so it thrashed around and the first shots came out wild. Then he took hold of it again and stroked it hard and fast, squirting more of his stuff around the car.

"If you ever do that with a condom on you'd better be careful. I don't think the condom's been built that could hold it all." He reached for the window switch but I stopped him. "No, don't put it down yet. Let's keep the smell in the car for a while."

He dug under the seat and pulled out the last of the tissues to mop up his chest and the dash board. "You're running out of Kleenex, you know?" He glanced out the window. "Hey, this is my exit comin' up. Can I put my pants back on now?"

"Yes, and you can let the window down, too. I think I've got you memorized."

"What, my smell? You going to stop somewhere later and jack off, thinking about me and how I smell when I come?"

"I'll probably wait until I'm home in bed but yes, I'm going to jack off thinking about you and Pokey and how you both smell when you come. You mind?"

"I guess not. I mean, I'll be doing the same thing, thinking about you, you know? About jacking off for you and how much you got off on me doing it. So I guess we're even, huh?"

"I guess maybe we are. Now, where shall I drop you?"

"Right here is okay. It's only a couple of blocks and I think I need the walk. You know, to kind of cool off. See ya." He hopped out of the car and retrieved his backpack.

"Okay. And thanks."

"Yea." He went off down the street without a backward look, flinging a little wave over his shoulder.

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