THE NEXT HITCHIKER

CARMINE WAS A GOOD EXPERIENCE; SO I PICKED UP ANOTHER ONE

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By Richard de Orizaba

When the weather starts turning cold up north and the first snows fall you start to notice a lot of displaced people coming down to the Southern states. Some of them are even transients or homeless. Among these the great majority is a slew of young people…both men and women who are somehow disenfranchised.

They are hungry, homeless and horny. Houston is like a magnet for these indigent snowbirds. Part of the reason that Houston is one of the preferred destinations second to Miami Beach and running neck to neck with Los Angeles is the proximity of the beach.

Of course Galveston couldn’t hold a candle to Miami Beach but it is a lot better than Southern California Beaches where the water smells like sewer mixed with oil and the temperature is always cold. The one and only time I ventured into the water in Southern California I will never forget…I just ran in and dove…the shock was incredible…within a minute I was shivering and by the time I made it to the sand I swear I was already turning blue.

Galveston is a lot warmer being in the Gulf of Mexico and even in the winter with the exception of a few days when a cold front makes it through you can still go to the beach. These northern characters don’t think about it twice and it may be fifty degrees outside but to them it is balmy and they even go in the water no matter how cool it may feel to us natives.

I left the bayou house and was running late for an appointment. When I turned the corner to go on the access road to I-45 I see this guy standing in front of a white Toyota with the open hood. Evidently his car had broken down. I drove past him slowly and noticed that he was young; perhaps around 25 years old and had a blue plaid shirt open in the front showing a lot of hair. He was wearing dark sunglasses and a straw hat. Surely he was a redneck…he was advertising “hick”. So I went past him and thought of helping and drove half a block. I turned around to get a second look.

The guy smiled and with his thumb pulled down his pants some to the point that some pubic hair was showing. At that point I didn’t know if he had done it on purpose or he was just unconsciously propping his hand on his pants. So I drove off again and once more I turned around…by this time the dude had actually pulled down his pants half way his thighs…he was showing me his cock!

Of course I couldn’t believe it…he had testicular fortitude this guy to be so brazen. So I stopped the car and he came closer on my side and said: “Do you want some of this? I’m sure horny as hell” and smiled.

Me: “Yeah, I do…but this is kind of dangerous, don’t you think?

Dude: “Yeah, let’s go to that side of the road, my car was overheating but I can drive it there. It is a lot more secluded”

Me: “Ok, let me turn around”

He wasn’t lying; I could smell the anti-freeze and there was some vapor coming out of the engine compartment. By the time I turned around he had already turned the corner and pulled off the road into a clearing that the brush and vegetation had skipped and if we parked there we could hear and see if any cars would be approaching.

I had an appointment for a facial and a hair cut so I called on my cell phone to cancel…this was by far a lot more fun than getting my hair done.

He opened the tailgate and took off his shirt; spread a blanket and he had already taken off his pants. He sat inside the car with the tailgate open and then took off his underwear.

The body wasn’t bad and the smell was incredibly macho. When I looked at the cock it was beautiful. Uncut, about eight inches and it was so juicy I just had to go down on it.

The actual blow job didn’t really last all that long; I descended upon that juicy cock like a vulture on dead carrion. He didn’t know what hit him…within a couple of minutes I had him breathing heavy and panting. It was clear that he would blow his load at any moment. So I stopped just at the right time and went on to his chest. I licked his nipples and his armpits which were as I mentioned delicious and then returned to his cock. I repeated this three or four times until I had him at a point where he could no longer stand it.

Dude: “OOooo, oh, oh, oh, dude, ah, ah, yeah, fuck yeah, I’m ready to shoot my load…ah, ah, fuck, man, if you keep that up you’re gonna get a mouthful, ah, ah, ah” So I increased the pace, I would get his cock all the way down past my tonsils and finally I applied the gargling technique. The dude was dead in the water…he began to twist and push his hips forward trying to meet my mouth at every movement I was making and he finally said: “I can’t hold it back any more, I’m cumming. Ah, ah, ah, ah, shit, aaaaaaaah”

The amount of sperm that dude deposited in my mouth had to be for the record books. It was sweet and incredibly fluid…not thick at all…the abundance of it surprised me. I swallowed it and kept his dick in my mouth until the very last drop had come out.

I then gave him a lift to a local gas station where he was able to get a tow truck. That afternoon I didn’t get a haircut….I too came as I jerked off when he was unloading his man juice in my mouth.