There is just one hitch....

[+ purplekow]

I was reminiscing today and was thinking back to my college days and hitchhiking from college to home, about 500 miles. I got my first gay blow job when I was picked up hitchhiking and was paid $20 for it. The agreed price was $50 but I did not get the money up front and you know how sneaky clients can be. I had my first encounter with kink when I was picked up hitchhiking and was instructed to take off my shoes and slip into a pair of waders. I needed to do nothing more and got a ride right to my door, about 45 minutes away. I asked the driver why he wanted me to wear the boots, and he told me he goes home and smells the boots while he masturbates. I remember thinking that since I already had the boots on, I hoped that he did not masturbate into the boots. I recall being dropped off in the middle of a field near Kennedy Airport at 2 AM and walking about 7 miles to get home just in time for breakfast.

Now, I cannot recall the last time I saw a hitchhiker. I do recall the last time I was hitchhiking which was in 1988, when my car broke down and I needed to get to a party that was being held in my honor. No cell phone. Was lucky to get dropped off near a pay phone and called the party to get someone to pick me up.

So, anyone here see any hitchhikers lately. And interesting or erotic hitchhiking stories.

[bigvalboy]

Haven't seen a hitchhiker in years...It is illegal in most states....But back in the day, Oh my. So much easier these days to pickup the hot little dancer at the bar.

 

http://www.hg.org/article.asp?id=31488

[+ Truereview]

Not in the US. I did pick up a superbly beautiful Uruguayan 2 years ago on my way from Montevideo to Punta del Este. I was driving an SUV and he was carrying a huge backpack. I could not live with letting him sweat the distance. He had glorious brown skin, light green eyes and curly black hair. No shirt, surfer shorts, and muscled, hairless legs. We chatted non-stop on the way to Punta and we even stopped for ice cream -his treat. I'm sad to report there were no BJs nor boots involved, but he did kiss me on the cheek and gave me his number. I never built the courage to call him.

[geminibear]

Not in the US. I did pick up a superbly beautiful Uruguayan 2 years ago on my way from Montevideo to Punta del Este. I was driving an SUV and he was carrying a huge backpack. I could not live with letting sweat the distance. He had glorious brown skin, light green eyes and curly black hair. No shirt, surfer shorts, and muscled, hairless legs. We chatted non-stop on the way to Punta and we even stopped for ice cream -his treat. I'm sad to report there were no BJs nor boots involved, but he did kiss me on the cheek and gave me his number. I never built the courage to call him.

Aye Papito

[+ Truereview]

Aye Papito

Que sera, sera.

 

PK, I need lessons from ya on how to seize the moment en autostop!

[+ glennnn]

When I was in college I never passed up a hitchhiker. It was Hippy days, and everybody loved everybody. I picked up a hunky young sailor on his way home on leave. He lived 200 miles beyond where I was headed, but i offered to take him that far. Well, when we got to my town, I decided to take him another 100 miles, because I desperately wanted to hit on him, but didn't know what to say. We rode along, chatting, and sharing a joint or three, while I tried to subtly check him out. Next, big town was only 75 miles from his home, so we just kept going. It was 1 AM by now, and i knew he wouldn't get a ride til dawn. My efforts to scope out his basket in secret failed miserably, when he suddenly said, "you have been so nice to me. I would love for you to suck me off?" , and started to undo the many buttons on the front of his blues. I pulled over and sucked like hell for about 5 minutes. He gave me the sweetest load of my young life that night. Hippies, pot, and free love in 1969. Sigh.

[Rudynate]

And interesting or erotic hitchhiking stories.

 

I was a medical corpsman in the Army, stationed in Germany at the 2nd General Hospital in Landstuhl. Yes the very same hospital where evacuees from Afghanistan and Iraq are taken.

 

Landstuhl is about 10 km from Kaiserslautern, a fairly major city. Weekends, I used to go to a gay bar in Kaiserslautern called the Treffpunkt. I usually took the train from Landstuhl to Kaiserslautern but going home, I had to get a ride or hitch because the trains had stopped running. It was pretty easy to hitch. The street out of Kaiserslautern that went to Landstuhl was called Pariserstrasse. You just stood at the side of Pariserstrasse, stuck your thumb out and somebody would pick you up in a few minutes.

 

One night I was hitching back to Landstuhl and a military vehicle stopped. I got in and the guy was wearing civilian clothing. Then he offered me a drink -- he had an open bottle of booze in the truck. Things were getting more interesting by the minute.

 

As we drove, we talked and the guy quickly steered the conversation toward sex and eventually the conversation ended up being about oral sex. I was thinking "We're breaking so many rules that if we get caught we are totally fucked," but I was really enjoying it.

 

The only problem was that I wasn't really attracted to the guy, only the strangeness of the situation. And the possibility had occurred to me that he could be undercover CID and that this was a trap. Ultimately, I decided not to take the bait. We got to Landstuhl and he dropped me at the back gate of the hospital and then he burned rubber turning around and getting out of there, so he might not have been a cop.

[+ Gar1eth]

I was reminiscing today and was thinking back to my college days and hitchhiking from college to home, about 500 miles.

May I ask what 20th century decade this occurred in?

 

I had my first encounter with kink when I was picked up hitchhiking and was instructed to take off my shoes and slip into a pair of waders. I needed to do nothing more and got a ride right to my door, about 45 minutes away.

 

You let a possible crazy person know where you lived, PK?

 

Another thing that occurs to me is that your younger self must have been quite handsome. In college, I was afraid I was gay. But I never acted on it at all. And I don't even remember anyone sensing I was gay-or at least if they did, I wasn't attractive enough for them to try to get into my pants or for them to want me to get in theirs.

 

 

. My efforts to scope out his basket in secret failed miserably, when he suddenly said, "you have been so nice to me. I would love for you to suck me off?" , and started to undo the many buttons on the front of his blues. I pulled over and sucked like hell for about 5 minutes. He gave me the sweetest load of my young life that night. Hippies, pot, and free love in 1969. Sigh.

 

My first thoughts are

 

#1. Apparently Glenn, your efforts to secretly scope out his basket didn't fail-or at least the only part that failed was the 'secret' part-as if he hadn't noticed-why would he have offered himself to you unless something else you said in passing let him know you were gay?

 

#2. Here is where we are different-

A) I can't stand the smell of pot. There would have been no way anyone would be lighting up anything from tobacco, cloves, marihoochie or anything else in my car!! And even if I would have allowed it-what would have happened if one of my parents had gotten into the car 12 hours later. I'll tell you what-all heck would have rained down on me if they realized what they were smelling wasn't an exotic form of oregano.

 

B) Going along with not liking the taste of cum-I'm not that fond of giving oral. I've been known to do it occasionally -and sometimes I have a mild urge. But the urge passes fairly quickly when I think about the possibility of someone pre-cuming. Plus my mouth gets sore-and my gums aren't in great condition.

 

In my fantasy world (since I'd never really pick-up a hitchhiker) the hunky college guy would be offering to suck me for having been so nice.

 

 

 

I've never hitchhiked. And I think the only 'hitchhikers' I ever remember picking up were Mormon Missionaries. And they weren't actually trying to hitchhike. I saw them on the side of the road and offered them a ride. (Some of y'all may need to get your minds out of the gutter. This wasn't a porn film. I'm talking about a 'ride' through the use of my automobile to whatever poor soul's residence they had in their sights to convert next).

 

I remember in a college German class (in Texas) in the early 1980's there was a reading in our textbook about a guy hitchhiking. And most of us were fairly adamant-saying we would never hitchhike or pickup a hitchhiker in the USA. I'm guessing over the years there had just been too many stories of both crazy/murdering drivers and hitchhikers.

 

Gman

[+ glennnn]

May I ask what 20th century decade this occurred in?

 

 

 

You let a possible crazy person know where you lived, PK?

 

Another thing that occurs to me is that your younger self must have been quite handsome. In college, I was afraid I was gay. But I never acted on it at all. And I don't even remember anyone sensing I was gay-or at least if they did, I wasn't attractive enough for them to try to get into my pants or for them to want me to get in theirs.

 

 

 

 

My first thoughts are

 

#1. Apparently Glenn, your efforts to secretly scope out his basket didn't fail-or at least the only part that failed was the 'secret' part-as if he hadn't noticed-why would he have offered himself to you unless something else you said in passing let him know you were gay?

 

#2. Here is where we are different-

A) I can't stand the smell of pot. There would have been no way anyone would be lighting up anything from tobacco, cloves, marihoochie or anything else in my car!! And even if I would have allowed it-what would have happened if one of my parents had gotten into the car 12 hours later. I'll tell you what-all heck would have rained down on me if they realized what they were smelling wasn't an exotic form of oregano.

 

B) Going along with not liking the taste of cum-I'm not that fond of giving oral. I've been known to do it occasionally -and sometimes I have a mild urge. But the urge passes fairly quickly when I think about the possibility of someone pre-cuming. Plus my mouth gets sore-and my gums aren't in great condition.

 

In my fantasy world (since I'd never really pick-up a hitchhiker) the hunky college guy would be offering to suck me for having been so nice.

 

 

 

I've never hitchhiked. And I think the only 'hitchhikers' I ever remember picking up were Mormon Missionaries. And they weren't actually trying to hitchhike. I saw them on the side of the road and offered them a ride. (Some of y'all may need to get your minds out of the gutter. This wasn't a porn film. I'm talking about a 'ride' through the use of my automobile to whatever poor soul's residence they had in their sights to convert next).

 

I remember in a college German class (in Texas) in the early 1980's there was a reading in our textbook about a guy hitchhiking. And most of us were fairly adamant-saying we would never hitchhike or pickup a hitchhiker in the USA. I'm guessing over the years there had just been too many stories of both crazy/murdering drivers and hitchhikers.

 

Gman

 

Few of those stories are true. It's just the man's way of keeping us scared and docile

Sad that those crazily innocent Hippy days are gone. I must have picked up several dozen hitchers, and got picked up my self at least a dozen times. NoTHING BAD ever happened, other than my car smelling like weed and being VERY late for appointments. I am soooo glad I was a pot-smoking, long-haired, bell bottomed, iconoclast and friend of humankind. I had so much fun and loved so many other crazy hippies. We thought we could change the world, and just maybe we did.

 

It goes like it goes,

Like a river flows

And time keeps rushing on.

And maybe what's good gets a little bit better,

And maybe what's bad gets gone.

[gallahadesquire]

My sister tells me of being picked up by the Chief of Police in Prague, ca. 1968. I don't think they had sex, but she won't tell me the rest of the story. [a Wave to Paul Harvey, Sr., who lived in my home town]

[geminibear]

Growing up in the mountains near several ski resorts it was very common to hitchhike & pick up hitchhikers in 70's & 80's. Then a local guy went on a bender and caught a DUI and spent a couple of weeks over in Garfield County Jail. When he got back, he told everybody stories of his cellmate who escaped. The cell mate was a guy named Ted Bundy who liked to also pick up hitchhikers. Locals stopped hitchhiking as much. When I visit my family I still see hitchhikers around the ski resorts. Sometimes I pick them up. They are usually ripe.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngvbQoJ5Mzo

[+ purplekow]

Gareth it was the 70's. While I think I was okay looking in college, nice set of shoulders and reasonably handsome face, I would not have been stopping traffic unless I used the thumb. I heard stories of horror regarding hitchhiking. I also heard stories of horror from drugs and alcohol and foreign travel and brothels and walking in the city late at night. I chose to live my life rather than being afraid to live it because something might happen. Not to say I was totally reckless, but considering the confines set by the limitation of my finances and by my upbringing, I was a bit of a rebel.

[geminibear]

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Gareth it was the 70's. While I think I was okay looking in college, nice set of shoulders and reasonably handsome face, I would not have been stopping traffic unless I used the thumb. I heard stories of horror regarding hitchhiking. I also heard stories of horror from drugs and alcohol and foreign travel and brothels and walking in the city late at night. I chose to live my life rather than being afraid to live it because something might happen. Not to say I was totally reckless, but considering the confines set by the limitation of my finances and by my upbringing, I was a bit of a rebel.

atta boy

[+ purplekow]

I must say, I grew bored with video above. Albert Brooks is a one note actor. But I did watch it to the end and must admit to being a bit startled at the ending. And is that a young Dan Akyroyd next to him?

[+ WmClarke]

I must say, I grew bored with video above. Albert Brooks is a one note actor. But I did watch it to the end and must admit to being a bit startled at the ending. And is that a young Dan Akyroyd next to him?

Yes. It's the opening to The Twilight Zone movie from the early 80's.

[Guest]

I was reminiscing today and was thinking back to my college days and hitchhiking from college to home, about 500 miles. I got my first gay blow job when I was picked up hitchhiking and was paid $20 for it. The agreed price was $50 but I did not get the money up front and you know how sneaky clients can be. I had my first encounter with kink when I was picked up hitchhiking and was instructed to take off my shoes and slip into a pair of waders. I needed to do nothing more and got a ride right to my door, about 45 minutes away. I asked the driver why he wanted me to wear the boots, and he told me he goes home and smells the boots while he masturbates. I remember thinking that since I already had the boots on, I hoped that he did not masturbate into the boots. I recall being dropped off in the middle of a field near Kennedy Airport at 2 AM and walking about 7 miles to get home just in time for breakfast.

Now, I cannot recall the last time I saw a hitchhiker. I do recall the last time I was hitchhiking which was in 1988, when my car broke down and I needed to get to a party that was being held in my honor. No cell phone. Was lucky to get dropped off near a pay phone and called the party to get someone to pick me up.

So, anyone here see any hitchhikers lately. And interesting or erotic hitchhiking stories.

I once was picked up by a sweet fella at a train station in New Jersey......

[mike carey]

Now if I were in Palm Springs there's a sweet fella I would love to pick me up. Won't happen, I know, but I can but dream!

[AdamSmith]

Hear this expression every time I read the title of this thread...

 

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