I GOT PICKED UP WAITING FOR THE BUS

REALLY DUDE, YOU WANT A RIDE?

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By Paco Prado

As you all know I did my high school in Southern California and just before entering college that summer in between I got a job at one of the branches of Columbia Studios. It was an outfit that brought in audiences and they would show them a television pilot or a movie and then also some ten commercials and they were asked to rate them and write down their impression on them. The work was fascinating and I traveled East on Sunset every morning and back to Westwood at night.

This job was right on Sunset Blvd and Fairfax and the bus stopped right across the street. As an eighteen year old I was quite naïve then and still didn’t realize that people don’t offer you rides unless they are looking for action.

As I sat there on the bench it was obvious that I had missed the bus and they come around only every 45 minutes. But when the cars are stopped at the traffic light some of the drivers would look at me and smile. I just didn’t know why. Now I understand…they probably thought I was a hustler.

One of them, driving a fancy Austin Healy convertible came to a stop, looked at me and actually winked. I didn’t think much of it except he came back about a minute later …he had gone around the block. He repeated this three times and the last time he motioned with his hand for me to get in the car.

I was terrified since this happened right around the Tate LaBianca murders and I thought for sure I would be stabbed and cut to pieces by this maniac. But the guy was extremely good looking and clean cut. I decided to venture it and got in the car. He asked me where I was going and I told him I had just gotten off work and was waiting for the bus to get home.

I am not sure he bought that but I did tell him that where I worked and that kind of convinced him. I had to go around to get to the passenger side because this was obviously a British car and the driver was on the right side. I commented on the car and he told me it was a collector’s item…A 1954 model but to me it looked brand new. As any eighteen year old without a car; this car seemed like a dream to me.

I get in and I got a good look at the guy…he was very handsome…tall for sure…not to be driving this small car as he would have troubles getting in and out. The top of the car was on because the weather had not been too good…but he put it down just before he turned around to offer me the ride. I was even carrying an umbrella just in case…one of those rare rain showers in Los Angeles would catch me in the open for sure.

Driver: “My name is Alex, and yours?”

Me: “I’m Paco, glad to meet you and thank you for the ride”

Alex: “Tell me Paco; where are you going? Were you really waiting for the bus or are you a working boy?” I looked at him very puzzled because I didn’t know what he meant.

Alex: “I pay $10.00 an inch” and he put his hand on my crotch. That totally surprised me of course but I began to get hard and when he saw that he was not dealing with some average size dick he said: “Wow, from the looks of it I am going to have to pay you at least $100.”

Me: “I am not a whore…I don’t charge”

Alex: “Now that is one very pleasant change…all I ever meet up and down Sunset are hustlers and you tell me you are not one of them. ..tell me Paco, are you Mexican?

Me: “No, I am Cuban”

Alex: “That explains it…the big dick, I mean…would you like to come over my house, that is if you have time?”

Me: “sure, but I have to call home when we get there because I don’t want my parents to worry”

Alex: “It’s a deal, you can call from my house and he made a right turn and then waited for the light to go back in the opposite direction.

I don’t know exactly where his house was located but it should not be difficult to find again if I needed to. You see it is on the hills near the Los Angeles Zoo and it is a geodesic dome…not many of those around.

We left the car in the driveway and when he got out I realized how tall this dude really was…he towered over me at least six inches and I was close to six feet on my eighteenth birthday. Evidently the guy also worked out and he commented on my physique…

We went into the house and he showed me to the phone which was in the bedroom and once there, while I was making the call, he got his hand inside my pants and began to play with my cock. As soon as I hung up, the thing was as hard as rock and he went down on me.

Alex: “You like getting your big cock sucked, don’t you?” I didn’t answer but I laid back my head and dropped on the bed. Alex then pulled off my pants and I took off my shirt. Again he commented on my body and said that he thought it was nice. Then he went back to sucking. I think he couldn’t get it in his mouth to actually enjoy it. So he stopped, looked at me and asked: “How would you like to fuck me with that gigantic dick of yours?”

Alex sat on my cock and he took it like a champ. He was a good bottom and before long he was riding it up and down until I turned him around, got his legs up in the air and began sucking his cock, his balls and traveling down to his ass…I wanted to eat his beautiful ass.

Alex: “Oh, my God, Paco, that is fantastic, ah, yeah, eat my boy pussy, ah, yeah, oh, fuck, fuck me Paco”

I went at it again but I bent down and kept sucking him while I fucked his ass…I don’t think he was ready for that and he started to cum…in one endless orgasm that lasted longer than any ejaculation I have seen then and even now…I don’t know how much cum that man had stored inside him but it seemed like I was swallowing, and swallowing and it never would stop…so copious and it was sweet too.

Of course, the taste of his cum in my mouth just triggered my own orgasm and I emptied my gonads into his ass. I too came a lot, perhaps not as much as he did, but when I took it out it all came in one big rush of cum stream.

We then laid in bed holding each other and eventually we got up and took a shower together. I didn’t get home until midnight and I had to lie to my parents and tell them I had to work overtime. Alex gave me two tickets for the Greek Theater. He was an actor and was performing in Medea the following week. I am not much for Greek tragedies but this one was good and I enjoyed it…the best part was that they were free tickets…worth a couple of hundred bucks. He was a very good actor by the way.