Short but very true story.

I used to do a lot of hitchiking around europe before an air ticket became less than a expencive.
The roads were extremly long and alone but at the same time i never felt so... free and alive!

Some accounts of those thousands of kilometer trips running day and night included meeting almost every type of person you could imagine.

I met a few women but mostly men. And so my confession is that quite a few of those men were travelling alone with me and stopped to give me a lift.

I can count at least 25 times when a man wanted to stop for a break off the long roads and most stopped in country roads, miles away from anyone or thing.

During those moments stopped the driver (a total stranger) tried it on with me (gay or bi, whatever).

I remember well at least 20 wanted to wank me and the first few i refused, scared mainly, BUT one i let him. It felt strange and i was curious, so he went on in silence while i sat looking out of the car window.

After that time, i was a little daised but i liked the moment and those after that, that tried i just stayed in silence and let them all do it.

Some did it slowly, others stopped just before and sat staring and watched me shoot for them. Others wanked it hard and very fast. One i remember stopped three times to do me before i got another lift.

All in all we live once right? No bad. no harm. They loved doing me and i loved feeling there warm hands wank me silly.