HIGHWAY HUNK by Eric Swenson, illustration by Kent Niffendorf
Friction Magazine, July 1990

Hitchhiking is the cheapest way to get from point A to point B as long as you’re not in any hurry. I’m never in a hurry, life being too short to go hurtling through it. Hitching is to travel what a slow hand is to love. You reach your destination, but the pleasure of the journey exceeds the arrival.
I sometimes hitch a ride with nowhere special to go. The ride is what I’m after and I carefully dress to insure I’m picked up by just the right driver. I have a lucky pair of jeans, tight-fitting and faded, the crotch nearly threadbare and worn where my cock bulges against it. Underwear is left in the drawer. I always wear a button-front shirt, since a T-shirt can’t be opened to expose the tanned and lightly haired contours of my chest. Boots are a must, even on the hottest days. I’m blond, blue-eyed, tanned and trim.
Along the highway, my right thumb raised lazily in the air, I await the man who will offer me a ride. The sun blazes, sweat dots my body, and I open my shirt. My left thumb hooks a belt loop, my fingers point downward to tighten my jeans over my angled cock, all eight inches on full display. My nuts are on fire and it’s not entirely from the heat of the day. My weight is shifted onto my right leg, my left knee bent, and the picture is complete. I couldn’t be more obvious unless I stood there naked and wore a sign.
Saturdays are the best, and last Saturday was one of the best ever. Cars whizzed by without even slowing and I started to think I was wasting my time. The day grew hotter and I opened my shirt to my navel, chest hair clinging to my pecs, the line trailing down my stomach and into my pants thickened by sweat. I finally took the shirt off altogether and let the sun beat down on my broad and bare shoulders. Half-naked and glistening in the California sunshine, I noticed a pickup truck pull off the road.
The driver was male and that’s all the enticement I needed to open the door and slide my weary ass onto the seat. The guy sat shirtless as well, his almost pure white nipples circled by jet black hair, his pecs large and rounded by manual labor. The rest of his chest was smooth and devoid of fur. I gazed at my own reflection in his mirror-lensed sunglasses.
“Where ya headed?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Just up the road a ways,” I answered. I couldn’t see his eyes, but felt them staring. I cupped my hand over my cock and my balls, shifting on the seat as though I was adjusting my equipment for maximum comfort.
He pulled out onto the road, but his attention wasn’t on his driving. “You look hot,” he said, eyes forward, both hands gripping the steering wheel.
“Hot day. You look pretty hot yourself.”
“Up for a swim?”
“I’m up for just about…anything,” I responded, putting a lot of emphasis on “anything.”
That forced his eyes in my direction and his hand into his crotch. He rubbed the bulge in his jeans and didn’t say another word. The conversation ended, our desires ably communicated.
He turned off the highway, then onto a narrow dirt drive where the trees and the underbrush grew more dense. The truck came to a stop.
“Stream’s just ahead,” he announced, removing his glasses.
I climbed out of the truck and we met in front, heat radiating from beneath the hood in rippling waves. We stood face to face for the briefest of moments, his thick moustache rolling above the tip of a gliding tongue. Then he dropped to his knees, his hands on my pants so fast that denim hugged my calves before I could even look down. My cock hung ready for his mouth, my knob lifting away from my fuzz-covered nuts.
Instead of swallowing my rapidily stiffening dick, he stood up, kicked off his shoes and stripped away his jeans. Watching his body become exposed, I removed my boots and my pants. I thought I had a lot of cock, but this guy did me one better. Uncut, wide, and heavily veined, his limp dick fell out of a nest of black hair—a good ten inches. His foreskin circled his tip, but didn’t cover it completely, his slit of a cockhole slightly indented in a smooth and peeking dome. The first sight hardened my own ample meat to the max and I loosened my cinched nuts.
I fell to my knees and latched onto his blood-filled rod like a penniless slut. Anonymous and never intending to see my partners again, I’m usually the one who gets sucked or fucked. Not with this highway hunk! My lips were locked around his cock in a [flash].
My tongue went crazy, prying beween his cockhead and that fabulous foreskin, circling, savoring the saltiness of his meat. Greed drove me down his massive and pulsing shaft. Ecstasy erupted in my brain when my nose nestled in his hair. His crotch smelled of sweat and sex, the pungent scent unique to man, an aroma that demanded to be tasted.
I lifted off his cock and buried my face between his legs, my tongue licking the sweat off his balls, my lips moving along the hairy path to his ass. I washed his balls in my eager mouth, first one and then the other, his nuts too huge to take both in at once. One hand pumped his sturdy shank while the other raced up and down his muscular thighs to bang against one fleshy globe of his snow-white bottom.
His hips drove his cock through my encircling fingers and rubbed his cum-filled sac across my face and over my tongue. My hand dug into the soft curves of his butt, my eyes fully open to ogle the intimate beauty of his rounded and heavily haired mound of muscle. For me, there’s no better sight and my cock responded by drooling all over itself.
His strong hands suddenly thrust beneath my shoulders and lifted me up. He gripped my biceps and raised my arms above my head. He inched closer, pressed our thumping erections firmly together and lowered his face. His tongue flattened into my armpit, licked it up and down to tickle away my streaming sweat. My body went limp with the joy produced by his nibbling and nipping.
My flesh tingled. Cum crept into my cock. He switched to the other arm and I moaned my pleasure, my cockhead a constant flow of thin and sticky liquid. I pumped my dick against his tensed and firm abdomen, on the brink of climax. A few more swabbing strokes from his wonderful tongue and I’d glue our bodies together with gooey jism.
His body pulled back, his mouth snaking down my chest, his hands following closely behind. My arms dropped onto his shoulders as his lips clasped onto one nipple, his moustache brushing my skin with hard and tickling bristles. He sucked hard. Blood rushed into my tit. Two fingers clamped onto my other tiny peak and stretched it away from my body. Both nipples swelled instantly. I gave myself willingly to his every move.
He pulled me by my throbbing cock and guided me to the back of the truck. His hand twisted, his callused palm scraping over my moistened knob. My cock burned and itched, begging to be stroked into spewing climax. When he released it, my rod bobbed and weaved in euphoric excitement, cum bubbling just below the tip.
He unhooked the tailgate of the truck and lowered it, then stepped behind me, his throbbing hard-on caressing my backside. His hands flattened on my back and pushed my chest to the metal. The heat rising up from the sun-warmed gate was no match for the raging heat of my body. Doubled over, my arms reaching to each edge of the gate, fingers gripping, my butt jutted out behind me. I knew what was coming and wanted it, needed it desperately. This guy held a power over me, like Svengali, and I was willing and ready to comply with even his most outrageous request.
His hands dove between my legs and parted my thighs. Gliding up, I felt his fingers slide along the back of my balls. My cock jerked up with his touch, my crying cockhead banging into resisting metal. My ass crack opened and I raised up on my toes. I imagined his pleasure at seeing my pretty pink entrance. Showing off my seldomly seen hole was a turn-on of majestic proportion.
I suddenly remembered the mammoth size of the cock preparing to penetrate my ass. Ten inches of hot, thick, and throbbing muscle sat poised to ram itself up my nearly virginal butt. My body tensed and my hole tightly clamped shut. I realized just as quickly that this was exactly what I shouldn’t do, and instead, concentrated on relaxing my buns. Desire kept me in position, my butt raised into the air.
His juiced and fully exposed tip touched my hole, one hand abandoning my bottom to guide his racing speedster into my awaiting garage. He pried his way beyond my puckered sphincter, my anal ring expanding to accommodate his incoming prick as he fed his dick to me slowly.
Perched at my clasping entrance, his hands digging fiercely into my hips, he then charged up into me in one long, continuous thrust. I screamed when his rock-hard abdomen banged into my ass, his cock buried fully in my flesh. But my scream dissolved into choking grunts as ten inches flew in and out between my jostling buttocks, his pace increasing incredibly. At the same time, my cock flopped up and down, beating itself against the underside of the tailgate.
He ripped into my ass as if I was there only for his pleasure. I soon got used to his furious attack and didn’t care if I meant nothing more to him than a tight slab of receptive muscle for his cock. After a while, I worked with him, meeting his devastating blows with an equal force from my driving hips. I was fucking him as much as he was fucking me and it felt terrific!
Ten inches or ten feet, I was so turned on I could have taken more. He banged away at my ass, emitting a constant stream of panting sighs and deep, guttural grunts. Each ramming thrust increased his volume until he screamed his pleasure at the top of his lungs. I matched him, our voices and our bodies united in what had to be the loudest, noisiest fuck on record.
All thought was suddenly evacuated, pushed aside by hedonistic rapture. I had no time to think or analyze. The world tumbled into darkness as the cock rampaging up my deliriously joyful ass altered its driving rhythm to jerk hot cum deeply inside me.
My narrow passage, already sensuously filled, expanded that much more to accept every plopping gob of semen. I held myself still to better absorb each blasting shock of thick and pelleting cum. Fire raged in my rectum, spread through my groin, entered my balls and then sizzled along my cock. I bounced beneath his forceful release, my body gradually drinking his fiery discharge.
When the truck diver finished cumming, he yanked himself out of me and my fuck tunnel collapsed. I thought the experience was over, but it wasn’t.
His hands returned to my sweat-drenched crack and he buried his face between my buns. He blew along my sweaty crevice and licked it up and down before licking the rim of my ass and inside.
Penetration brought tension back into my body and cum from my cock. I reached climax without a pumping hand or grasping ass around my prick. Thick cream leapt from the tip of my dick and plopped to the ground below. I didn’t realize my butt had been abandoned until the last of my semen drizzled over my sensitive cockhead.
Weak and trembling, I barely had the strength to stand. I turned around, but stood alone. I walked to the front of the truck, got myself dressed without a word, the driver facing away from me, apparently not interested in conversation.
“Get in,” he commanded abruptly. “I’ll take you back to the main road.” He climbed behind the wheel and started the engine. “I drive this way every Saturday about the same time. If you’re interested,” he said quickly, shifting into first gear.
I’m looking forward to next Saturday.