Hitch-hiking and sex
I hadn’t money to get back to the hostel so I decided to hitch a lift. And fortunately the first car stopped.
"Get on," he said, as he opened his door. In a minute he stripped his jeans and briefs off and threw them in the back seat beside the guitar case. He got me between him and the seat and turned me so that I was facing him.
"Take off the shirt." I did as he asked, and he ran his hands around my body.
Then he unbuckled my belt, unfastened my jeans, pulled down my zipper and took my jeans down and off my legs.
"Oh my, yes; nice, very nice indeed. Lean back on the trunk, please." I did so, and he asked me to hold his smoldering joint and started tonguing my chest and nipples. He worked his way down to my cock and balls and then pushed my legs up into my chest with both hands and started tonguing my asshole. Then he stood, releasing my legs, and spit in his hand a couple of times. He worked this into his cock. He lifted my legs again and spread them wide; walked his pelvis into mine; plugged his rod into my asshole; and started a slow movement.
He had one of those cocks that started off unimpressive but lengthened and thickened nicely with the proper attention. He came inside me and then slurped his cock out of me and instructed me to put my clothes back on as he walked around to the driver's side. He asked me where I wanted to be driven, and he dropped me off right at my hostel.
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