On My Way Home For The Holidays Billy Bob Got Me Good

I am much older now and with a better understanding of the world. You win some, you lose some. Sometimes you're on top, other times your not. Sometimes you're the one in the ditch, and sometimes you're the one with the winch.

I was driving home for the Holidays from my college town across state on the main state highway which bisected my state north to south. It was after dark and I lost my concentration and drove of the shoulder and went into the ditch. I was scared but not hurt, thanks to the seat belt. I got up to the side of he highway but no one stopped to help, they just drove on by. After an hour or so I saw a vehicle slow down and pull over. A pickup with an A frame and a winch.

The 'good ol' boy' stepped out and came over and asked if I needed help. Yes, damn it I need help. It's going to be 50 bucks, which was more than I had on me, in those days I rarely had more than five or ten bucks. We went back and forth and he stuck to his price and told me he had the only vehicle that could suck me out of the ditch, it was 50 bucks or the car stayed in the ditch and I had a long 15 miles walk ahead of me.

It was then that I said the old saying, 'I'll do anything' . I said it before I knew what I said. He told me to come over to his pickup with him and he stood against the side and he took out his grotesque hairy uncut worm and told me to get busy. No biting, when I had swallowed a belly full then I knew I was through. Being a college boy living in a dorm I had seen my share of cocks. but not one like this. Not an uncut thick old worm like that. It took all I had not to puke as I put that cock in my mouth and I went to work.

After a bit of time I was sucking away, he was hard and his cock had pulled completely away from his uncut foreskin, his cock head was big, his cock was large and I did my best. I jerked on him, up and down, but no matter how much I sucked, how much I jerked him I could not make him cum. My jaw hurt, my knees hurt on the little pieces of gravel on the side of the road. I just prayed that I would hit a nerve and he would spit up on me and I could get my car out of the ditch and go home.

But nothing. He got bored waiting. His cock lost interest and I was on my knees with his limp cock in front of me and my car in the ditch. Get up he told me and lower your britches. This is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me, but I'm going to get a load into you one way or the other. It hurt, it hurt like a son of a bitch. I bit my lip and took it. Inch by inch, or maybe half inch by half inch, he stuck his cock in me until he was in enough to start the in and out. With each stroke it hurt less, and soon it felt good when he stroked in, and I opened my legs a bit more to let him get it in deeper.

I felt my cock leaking, I held onto the frame of the door of the pickup and felt him go in, and out, in and out. Like a big old piston. Shove it in, pull it out. Until he cursed some words about tight assed queers and he pulled his cock out slowly and I felt it wet between my legs, towards my balls. I stood there for a long minute before pulling my pants up and went over to help him get the winch chained to the back end of my car.

He got the car out of the ditch. I gave him the 12 dollars and change I had and he told me that once was free but next time I had to pay full price, my ass was to skinny and I couldn't suck worth a darn.

I remember that night, going home for the Holidays. I never left home on a trip without enough cash after that. And unless I ran into Billy Bob again I was paying cash, Billy Bob owned my ass already.