I was very young. On leave from the Air Force. Springtime long ago, Hitchhiking from Rapid City, South Dakota to Denver, Colorado. Just getting dark, a big Buick driven by some kind of government engineer going all the way from Cheyenne, Wyoming to Denver. Nice clean cut middle aged fellow, says I may have to drive when he gets sleepy. OK with me, and we go.
An hour down the road, it's dark, but I see him rubbing his crotch. After awhile he unzips his pants and pulls out a rather large cock, starts jacking off. I pretend not to notice, watching the road ahead. The glow of the dash and the periodic flash of lights from oncoming cars shows me it's up and stiff. Still, I keep my eyes mostly focused ahead.
Then he says, "You do it." Thinking he means for me to drive the car, I say, "OK, pull over." Next turnoff, he finds an open area, pulls off the road into a dirt clearing. Before I can get out to go around to the driver side, he takes my left hand and pulls it to his crotch and my fingers close around his dick.
"Jack it slow," he says softly. Confused briefly, but obedient as my nature, I began to stroke his cock gently as he swings a leg over toward me opening his crotch. The bench seat slides back, away fron the steering wheel. He unfastens his belt and lifts his butt, jerking down his trousers. I continue to stroke, turning toward him to use my right hand, my knees on the floorboard. It's very dark and quiet there, only a few cars are heard passing on the adjacent highway. I can hear his breathing get quicker. Nothing is said for awhile. I am bent over, jacking his cock when his hand caresses my neck and the back of my head. Then, the hand pulls my head downward and toward his crotch.
I resist, pulling my head up, but the pressure continues and his soft voice says, "Go on, suck it."
I continue to pull back, the pressure from his hand is unrelenting. His voice more commanding, less soft, says, "You're gonna suck it, Kid, do it now, nobody will know."
"Nobody will know," I thought, why not; and I let my head go down under his powerful grip and opened my mouth wide for his cock. A nice big head, smooth and stiff, filled my mouth and my tongue circled and stroked. Both his hands took hold of my head and started a rhythmic movement up and down on his prick, a rhythm and movement I continued even without his hands on my head, jamming his cock into my throat with each downward plunge. The length of his cock was sufficient for me to get it down my throat and still keep a hand on it to jack it. A really impressive one, I realized with some envy and admiration.
Once I had surrendered my silly resistance, I enjoyed every minute of it. It wasn't like I had never done it before. Controlling my gag reflex, I took it further and further in to my throat, swallowing on each stroke. I had to take it in and out because it was impossible to breathe with it down my throat. Between downward head bobs, my tongue flicked and swirled around the head, his dick getting more rigid and puffy by the minute. He was going to cum, I just knew, and I decided that a classy cocksucker like me would avoid any mess by swallowing the load. Those are the kinds of things one thinks about when sucking a man's dick.
Soon, my big engineer said something like, "Here it comes," and my mouth was filled with a warm thick juice, kind of a bland, slightly salty and a bit sweet, a bit lumpy and uneven in texture. I was ready for it and with a couple of swallows it was gone, but the strange taste remained for a brief period.
I was happy with myself; I always try to do a good job at whatever I do. My engineer was pleased as well, commenting that it was one of the best blow-jobs he ever had. I didn't say it, but I was thinking he had the best cock I ever touched, and there had been a few, well, more than a few.
Sometimes I acknowledged to myself that I really was a born cocksucker. How else to explain my pleasure in doing it? Does that make me a low and despicable human? I think not. Could be wrong.
I drove the rest of the way to Denver while he slept. When we got to Denver, he paid for a motel room and I got a few hours sleep before sucking him off again and going on my way to California.
Can't remember his name, never forget that dick. I learned that I like to be dominated and made to do it. I like to provide the little conquest that many men seem to enjoy. A kind of strong-armed seduction.