Hitch-hiking Home (c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
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If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, boys and men, kinky or non-consentual sex or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.
This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this and want to hear more let me know -- questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored.
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HITCH-HIKING HOME
It was late, that meant that I was late, and it was after hours so the buses weren't still running -- that sums up to a long walk that I wasn't looking forward to. I guess I could have called home and asked someone to come and pick me up, but that would have resulted in a long lecture about making sure I caught the last bus and I really didn't even want to have to deal with that right then. If I got home on my own no one would know for sure just when I arrived.
I decided to try hitch-hiking -- I know that I had been told more times than I could count that it wasn't a good idea, but I really wasn't interested in the over two mile walk home if I could help it.
Every time I heard a vehicle approaching I would stick out my thumb and turn around to walk backward, trying to see just what kind of vehicle was coming. A couple of large trucks breezed passed as well as several regular cars and then someone was coming who seemed to be slowing down and then the vehicle flashed its lights to bright a couple of times. It pulled over just before it came to me and flashed the lights again.
In the bright shine of the headlights I couldn't tell much about the vehicle, but as I approached I could see it was van of some kind.
The window on the curb side was open and when I approached the driver leaned my way. "Where you headed?" he asked.
"Just a couple of miles up the road, I missed the last bus."
"Okay, I'm going that far, hop in."
I tried to open the door only it wouldn't budge.
"Oh, I'm sorry, that door is broken, you will have to use the cargo door in the back," he said with a smile.
I walked around to the rear of the van and pulled open the door. I could see him sitting there in the front and while there wasn't any interior lights, the glimmer from outside didn't show any obstacles so I climbed in and pulled the door shut behind me.
As I turned around someone pulled a heavy bag over my head and pulled it tight around my neck.
"Stay real still, boy, and you won't get hurt -- fight me and you'll regret it forever," said a muffled voice.
I was scared, my first reaction was to fight; however, the muffled voice seemed very confident and with the bag over my head I couldn't see anyone to try to fight against. I decided to wait until I had a better chance to resist.
""That's a smart boy, no sense in getting hurt when all we're going to do is have a little fun," said the voice.
I felt something tighten a bit around my neck and realized that some sort of strap was being used to secure the bag [I learned later that it was actually a leather hood with the eye and mouth holes covered].
"Take off your shirt," he said, "I want to see your chest."
First someone blindfolds me and now he wants me to take off my shirt -- what had I gotten myself into this time? I had played naked games with my friends a few times in the past, but this was something totally different -- I didn't know who this was and I couldn't see what was happening around me either. I was getting very scared, what were these guys going to do to me and even more important were they going to let me free when they were finished?
When I hesitated to follow his instructions quickly he growled right next to my ear, "Are you going to do as you're told or do I have to just rip that shirt off you?"
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor -- it was a very warm night, but I still felt a chill, perhaps from fear?
The unseen man grasped my wrists and pulled my hands behind me, snapping handcuffs on me before I had any chance to react. Now I really was completely helpless -- blindfolded and handcuffed, stripped to the waist in the back of a stranger's van. No one knew where I was and for the moment no one even knew that I was missing.
I felt the van starting to move and then it turned several corners until I didn't have any idea of where I was headed any longer. After what seemed like forever, but actually was only a few minutes the van stopped again and the driver shut off the engine. I had fallen down on one of the early corners and when I had struggled to get up my unseen captor had placed his leg on my back to hold me down. Now that we had stopped I tried to raise up again. I managed to reach a sitting position but was prevented from moving any farther.
Someone pulled off my shoes and socks and then I felt hands working on my belt and the buttons on my Levi's. I started to protest but no one paid any attention to me. With a couple of quick yanks my jeans were off and now I was sitting there, stark naked, unable to see just who had done this and helpless to do anything about it.
I tried to cross my legs to hide my genitals but someone held on to my ankles preventing this. I was more than a bit scared, but for the moment there wasn't anything I could do. I heard some clicks and guessed that someone was taking pictures of me like this -- I was embarrassed, but at least with the hood over my head no one would know who it was in the photo.
Now a hand grasped my flaccid member and started stroking it up and down, sensuously, and it reacted quickly by springing to life in full erection. Despite my helpless situation I was sexually aroused and knew that if my unseen captor kept playing with my cock I was going to shoot a load of hot boy cream all over myself and his hand.
Sensing that I was fast approaching climax, the manipulation of my rigid member stopped, replaced with hands rubbing all over the remainder of my body, paying particular attention to my nipples. I had never realized that a man's nipples were every bit as much an erogenous zone as a woman's.
The unseen hands continued to caress and then pinch my tits, and with each pinch I felt my cock jerk and wave in the warm evening air. Then I felt hot breath on my crotch as one of my captors started licking on my nuts and cock-shaft. This was something I had only heard about in the past and the feeling was incredible.
Slowly the lips made their way up my rigid pole until they were right at the tip of my cock, at which point the tongue came out and began to wash all around the tightly stretched skin that covered the purple plum that was my circumcised cockhead. It felt fantastic. Then the lips parted and my cock was allowed entry to the hot, moist cavity behind them. Once my cock-head was inside the lips closed tightly around my glans and the tongue once again began working its way over, under, and all around my organ, bringing me pleasures that I had only dreamed of in the past.
Slowly my unseen captor lowered his head, engulfing my five inches of rigid boyhood in his talented oral cavity -- licking and sucking its entire length as his lips and nose buried themselves in my sparse pubic bush. At the same time his hand was massaging my nuts, pushing them around in their sac until he had them directly under his sucking mouth and then he worked them inside as well, so that now he had my entire sexuality trapped in his sucking mouth. I was in heaven.
Releasing my nuts he began to work his way up and down my cock-shaft, never completely releasing his hold, but still allowing almost all of it to escape momentarily before he dove back down until his lips were once again resting tight against my groin.
I could feel that it was only a matter of seconds before I blasted my load of hot boy-cream -- I tried to tell someone, but my speech was muffled by the hood over my head and no one paid any attention. My nuts, boiling with hot cum, pulled up tight against my scrotum and my cock almost felt like it was on fire as the hot, milky boy-juice shot from the tip of my prick into the sucking mouth of my unseen captor.
He clamped his lips around my cock-shaft and swallowed my juices as fast as I could shoot them, working his tongue against the shaft to help force every drop out. As my climax died he sucked all that much harder, leaving not a single drop of cum uncollected -- then he pulled back until his lips were just on the very tip of my cock, playing with the extremely sensitive skin around the piss slit, driving me into almost uncontrollable fits of exquisite agony.
When my cock began to wilt even with his intense efforts to keep it rigid, he pulled back and allowed the now once again flaccid organ to fall back against my thigh.
I could hear my captors talking softly between themselves, but with the hood over my head I was unable to make out just what they were saying. As my sexual excitement died I once again began to worry about the extremely helpless position I was in and wondered just what else they intended to do with/to me.
I didn't have very long to wait -- I heard the engine start and then felt the van start to move, where were they taking me now? After another series of turns I felt some bumps and jolts like we were running over a field of some kind instead of on a paved road. After a minute we stopped again.
A piece of rope was being tied around my ankles and then another around my wrists -- after they were secured the handcuffs were removed but my hands were still secured behind my back. The collar around my neck that had secured the hood into place was unbuckled and then the hood was removed; however, another blindfold was tied around my eyes before I had any chance to look around and see my captors.
The door was opened and I was lifted out and laid down on the ground. Another piece of rope was used to pull my ankles up toward my wrists so that I was lying on a patch of grass, hog-tied and naked. A small bundle of cloth that I later found to be my clothing was placed under my head.
"You should be able to work yourself free in a few minutes if you try hard enough, otherwise I'm sure some girl scouts will come along in the morning and untie you," one of my captors said with a chuckle.
They both got back into the van and I heard them drive away. He was right after about ten minutes of struggling I managed to free myself and get dressed. They had kept my underpants, but everything else was there as well as $ 20.00 with a note that just said "THANKS KID!"
It turned out that they had dropped me in the field just across the street from home -- when I got into the house everyone was asleep and I didn't even have to explain why I was so late.
After I went to bed I laid there thinking about what had just happened -- I'd had my first blow-job and I could only hope that I would get plenty more in the future. I had never given any real thought to if I was gay or straight and it is said that a hard dick has no conscience so this experience certainly didn't give me much of a clue along that line either.
I hitched along that same stretch of road many more times, often at about the same time of night, but never had another encounter with my unseen captor -- just the same I've never forgotten it either.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you have enjoyed this little story -- it is based on something that actually did happen, but unfortunately not to me. This story was told to me many years ago and I don't even know what has happened to the boy it happened to; however, if he is reading this I do hope that he'll contact me -- I'd love to get back together after all these years. [No -- I'm not one of the captors either. :-( ]
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