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Subject: GAY/ENCOUNTERS- “Road Sex” Ch 1 ROAD SEXBy Mike hoo DEAR NIFTY READER; Thanks for your time reading my story. If you are inclined, I’d love your comments and feedback. Also, if you have the opportunity, please consider Nifty when you plan a donation. They will appreciate the support. Donation details are on the Home Page. I. I’m Jake; 42, 6’4″, 220s, black hair, blue eyes, moderately hairy chest, 8″ dick and a cocksucker. My focus is guys I meet “on the road”, hiking, hitch-hiking, driving, stop overs, motels, roadside parks, and well, you get the idea. Age, race, size being cut or uncut doesn’t govern my quest; it can be about “the chase” though I must admit. Take for instance an event from just this morning. I went to a local donut shop for some cinnamon twists, which themselves are sexual at just 9″ long and with that twist and medium brown color, replicates another treat I prefer. I was in line and this youngish guy, with skateboard in his backpack was walking along the highway in front of the donut shop. I was 3rd in line to the window to place my order, so I grew tense and eager to see more. He looked to be an early 20s ginger, wearing a plaid shirtless T, cargo shorts and high tops. After placing my order, inching forward to pay and pick up my breakfast treats, and getting my bag I was free for “the quest”. Pulling onto the highway, I pulled by the youngish skater boy. As I pulled up to kocaeli escort the stop light, he was approaching and steadily making strides to my SUV. I dropped the passenger window and yelled out an offer for a ride. He peered in and nodding, shrugged the backpack from his shoulders, gripped the door handle and swung into the passenger seat just as the light turned green. We pulled away, did our intros and I got a closer look at Pete. Ginger was right. The plaid T-shirt concealed a pretty well developed chest and ab torso and we drove away asking about his destination and me agreeing to run him that far. I offered one of my prized cinnamon twists which he eagerly accepted. My periodic crotch shots were rewarded with closer and closer views of a slight bulge to the left. We talked as we drove and after he finished his twist, began cleaning his fingers, licking them deeply. I could only imagine sucking his fingers after or in prelude to sucking his skater dick. We talked about a variety of subjects and I zeroed on his skate board skills. He immediately zoned in on the topic. I asked if he ever skated in competition and he admitted to going to Austin at the end of the month to compete in the mid-skills category. I asked if he’d show e some of his skateboard jumps as I needed to get gas and offered him a drink as well. We pulled intot he Shell convenience store and I went in to get our drinks and pay for gas. kocaeli escort bayan When I returned he was beside the SUV doing a rocking motion and I was impressed at his balance. He then did a few quick turns and walks on his board and wrapped up with a rolling jump. He of course called out the trick names for each of his moves, but they sailed past me as I focused on his taut abs which showed as he skated. We climbed in, got the gas and were again on our way. He guzzled the drink and slouched back some, splaying his legs wide and by this time, he’d caught me cruising his crotch a couple of times and you could see the light go off in his head about what I hoped to get. A few more crotch gropes and the reality that I could get his cock was confirmed. I asked if he could use some funds for his Austin mete and he beamed agreement. Then he almost shut down and said the ride today was help enough. I told Pete that I wanted him to win and knew cash was always a concern for competitors and he nodded agreement, then slipped his left hand to the bulge at his left groin joint and slowly squeezed. He stared ahead as he groped himself a few more times then I reached to join his hand and gave him a squeeze. He removed his hand, turned to look out the side window and I told him I was ok if he didn’t want to do this and removed my hand. He said it was fine but we needed to find a place. We were no more than 10 miles izmit escort from his bud’s place when I saw the Roadside Park 1.5 miles sign. I suggested that we stop if he was game for it and he nodded agreement. No other vehicles seen as we pulled in. It wasn’t a state park, just a picnic stop and was old at that with a stand of oleanders screening the highway form the few picnic tables. We pulled to the far side of the drive and got out. I walked around the passenger side as Pete stood up. Aside from feeding me that fine ginger dick, his job was lookout for any traffic pulling in the park. He jerked off his Tshirt as I unhooked his belt and tugged his shorts and boxers down, freeing his cock which was already a hard 7″ of fine pink meat with a base nestled firey orange fur and low hanging pink bag of balls. I wasted no time deep throating that stud dick; swallowing his head down my throat and pressing my nose to his crotch then doing my gulp routine on that dick that made most guy’s knees weak. I throated that dick 5 times, just 5 and he grabbed my head and uttered one of my favorite phrases, “cummmmmming” then fired his wads down my throat. I finished him off, thanked Pete for the fun and as I walked to the driver side, pulled a $50 from my wallet. As soon as we pulled up to his bud’s apartment complex, he reached for his skate board and back pack in the rear seat, I shook hands and handed off the $50. “Damn bro, you sure” he muttered? I winked, nodded affirmative and watched as he walked away. Just as I began to pull away, he turned, waved and gave me a thumbs up. Now to turn around and head back where I was going to start off.

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