It was about a quarter past 1 a.m. on a rainy late Autumn night in 1978 and I was rolling down a lonely back country road. The radio in my GMC pickup truck was blaring Johnny Paycheck and I was singing along as best I could...
"Those neon lights was calling me and some how I just had to get downtown..."
I'd just finished another shift at the factory working long hours for short pay and I was sore, tired and looking forward to the first of several cold beers I'd have once I got back home. I was also partially lost in thought remembering the sloppy blowjob Fat Sandy had given me earlier that night.
Fat Sandy was a chubby blonde with big tits that worked the dried fruit washing machine down the line from me. She had three hungry kids and a deadbeat husband with a perennial "bad back" that kept him out of work and on the couch at home with the tv remote in hand. She'd been short on bills and borrowed some money from me. The blowjobs during my lunch breaks were her way of settling up.
She wasn't half bad, I mused. She had good technique. But she wore too much lipstick. It always smeared all over my cock and jeans. I did love those big old titties though. Hell, I might have even been motivated to steal her away from the lazy piece of shit she had married if not for all those snot nosed kids.
I didn't think much when I first noticed the hitchhiker. Between the honky tonk music on the radio, my desire for a cold beer and Fat Sandy on my mind, I was focused elsewhere. And I never stopped for hitchhikers anyway. They were usually trouble. And they always smelled bad. So I blew right past him at first, but the long blonde hair and the tight fitting jeans fooled me completely.
"Damn," I whistled. "That's a pretty little gal."
I braked and then threw my truck in reverse. I could see the hitcher running to meet me halfway.
When I leaned over and popped the passenger side door open and he stuck his head in smiling at me I smirked. If he noticed he didn't show. Instead of being a hot blonde, it was a very effeminate looking guy in his late teens or early twenties.
"Thanks for stopping," he said as he climbed into the cab beside me. "I was starting to worry nobody would."
"Yeah," I sighed and waited for him to shut the door before throwing the truck into gear and starting forward again.
"My name's Terry," he offered me his hand. I shook it. His grip was so light it was almost nonexistent. "What's yours?"
"Bubba," I told him.
He laughed. "I should have guessed. All you good ol' boys are named Bubba."
I glanced at him. He had a stud in his nose and earrings in both ears. I wasn't sure if he just had high color in his cheeks or he was wearing make-up. He was wearing a rain damp banana yellow t-shirt with a smiley face on it "Have a Nice Day!". He was pale with big blue eyes and corn silk hair. He would've made a pretty girl, I thought.
"I'm sorry if that sounded wrong," he apologized. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"Ain't offended," I said. "Where you from? San Francisco?"
He laughed. "Um, ok... not sure if I should be offended now. Joke...joke. And yeah I am. Though not originally. I'm from the midwest. I'm an Indiana boy. Just seeing America, you know? Home of the free and all that."
"Hitching?," I asked.
"Mostly yeah," he nodded. "Been on the road a couple of years now. Just spent some time in the Bay Area, now I'm working my way down to Los Angeles. A friend of mine said there's money to be made in North Hollywood. I'm gonna be in movies."
The last bit he said with an overly theatrical sing-song flourish and a wave of one hand.
I chuckled. "Everybody thinks their gonna be a big star when they go to LA," I cautioned him. "Most never make it. Los Angeles is a damn hard place to be down on your luck."
"I'll be fine," he smiled. "With this face," he pointed at his face, "and this bod," he waved a hand down across his chest and stomach. "I'm in like Flint."
"Think so huh?"
"I sure do," he said. "If only the folks back home could see me now."
He laughed and I turned off of one county road and onto another. "Where you headed?"
"Anywhere," he said. "I'm kind of lost to be honest. The last guy that gave me a ride dumped me out here. I don't have a clue where the highway is."
"A ways back there," I jerked a thumb back the way we'd come. Just then the rain picked up quite a bit. "I ain't headed back that way."
"Shit," Terry looked behind us. "I guess you'd better let me off here then. How many miles of walking do I have?"
"About ten," I said.
He sighed.
"I'll tell you what," I said. "I wasn't raised to put folks out into the rain. You can sleep on the couch at my place tonight and tomorrow I'll take you to the highway and let you out."
"Really?," he perked up. "Thank you!"
"Don't mention it."
About twenty minutes later I turned onto the narrow rain muddied dirt toad that lead to my trailer. I lived in the middle of a huge Golden Muscat Vineyard. I sensed more than saw Terry tense up as we drove further and further back into the pitch dark vineyard.
"You live back here?," he asked.
"Yup," I said. "I'm renting a trailer from a fat old Armenian farmer. Gives me a good rate. And I like the privacy."
I pulled up outside my trailer and yelled at my dogs to shut the hell up. Then I led Terry to the trailer door.
"Nice place," he said.
It wasn't on the outside. I excused the polite lie. It was nicer inside.
"You want a beer?" I asked. He did. I grabbed a couple of cold ones and flicked on the tv. Baron Von Ghoulenstein's Friday Night Creature Double Feature was on. A big flying turtle was fighting some kind of monster with a knife for a head while a couple of obnoxious kids watched the fight.
"Mind if I grab a shower?, " Terry asked. I didn't. He picked up his dirty Army surplus duffel and disappeared into my bathroom. I heard the shower water cut on. He emerged ten minutes later smelling of hot steam and soap. He was only wearing a pair of tight short shorts. His package fairly bulged from the front of them and his ass cheeks dangled out the back. I drank my beer and once again thought he had a nicer ass than most women I'd seen. It was round, curved in all the right places and twitched just the right amount when he walked.
We sat and drank.
"So what kind of movies you gonna be in?," I asked. "Them space pictures? I saw one the other night down the road at the Sunset Drive-In. Close Encounters."
"No," he smiled and set his empty beer bottle down. "I'm going into adult films."
I wasn't sure what he meant.
"Fuck flicks," he laughed at me. "Sex movies."
"Oh," I blinked. "Well shit, that's not bad. Getting paid to bang pretty little gals all day."
He smiled. "Um, not quite. But yeah something like that."
"What do you mean?" I asked, handing him another brew.
"I'm going to have sex with men," he said. "I'm gay."
I must have blushed or something because he burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry, does that make you uncomfortable?"
"No," I said. "I ain't got no problem with you people."
"Good," he reached across and squeezed my hand. I looked at him, our eyes locked. He leaned slowly across and kissed me.
I'm not sure if I was more shocked by his forwardness or my reluctance to stop him. I felt an immediate flush and a small fire perk up in my groin.
"I want to thank you for taking me in from out of the rain and being such a gentleman," Terry said. "Let's go to bed."
I considered it for a second, then remembered how nice his ass looked in those shorts and agreed. He went into my bedroom at the far end of the trailer. He undressed me slowly, planting little kisses on my neck, shoulders, collar bone, chest and down my stomach. When he got my jeans and underwear off he stroked my cock until it was rigid, alternately licking and sucking my balls and kissing the shaft of my penis.
I stood while he gave me the best blowjob of my life. I came explosively in his mouth and he swallowed every drop. Then he stood and removed his shorts. He had shaved his pubic hair. That turned me on. We crawled into bed and kissed each other hungrily. My hands explored his lean, muscular body. I squeezed his ass and felt his rock hard member poking into my stomach.
When I felt ready to go again, he turned his back to me. I griped his shoulders and entered him from behind. He groaned lustily as I fucked him in the ass. When we finished, we lay in each others arms spent.
The next morning I woke up to Terry making breakfast. We ate and made love once more. I asked him to stay with me. He smiled and kissed me and said he had to follow his dream. So I drove him to the Highway and waved goodbye. I never saw him again.