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By *wishes OP Man
4 days ago
Sheffield/Chesterfield area |
Remember when hitch-hiking was a normal, everyday thing. It seems to have largely disappeared in the UK in recent years.
It was something I did a lot of when I was in my teens and 20's, and it was pretty straight forward once you knew how to improve the odds of someone stopping to pick you up.
This is my memory of the lift that changed hitch hiking for me, and turned it from just a way of travelling to something very different.
After my experiences with Toni(Before the Colonel and Jim) and the Colonel(Summer job) I was more sexually aware, and far more comfortable with my bisexuality. Sex with females was still something I loved but wasn't getting very much of. Sex with guys though was so much more straight forward to find, generally far kinkier, and often completely spontaneous and unexpected.
This particular hitch-hiking trip opened another door to possibilities for me, that I had not considered before.
It had started out a warm and dry day, and I wasn't dressed for wet weather. My usual jeans, trainers and loose top were all I was wearing, and because it wasn't a long trip (only 20 miles or so) I hadn't got anything extra like a bag or rucksack with any extras.
Stood under trees in a layby trying to shelter from the sudden heavy rain was becoming a forlorn effort. I was absolutely soaked. I'd been dropped off at a junction where vehicles had no chance of seeing me until it was too late, and nowhere to stop safely even when they did. I'd needed to walk for five minutes to find the more useful layby I was in, but it had stated raining the moment I started walking. By the time I got there I was transformed into a soggy and very fed up mess.
I watched the traffic go by without even trying to get a lift, and just stayed where I was under the tree.
I remember seeing a very nice red Jaguar go past amongst the stream of vehicles, then only a few minutes later go past in the opposite direction. Nothing too unusual about that I guess. When the same red Jag returned a few minutes later, and pulled into the layby next to me I was wide eyed and hopeful. The passenger window rolled down and a smart looking man said
"Can I take you anywhere?"
I told him the name of the local city I was aiming for.
"Jump in then. Let's get you out of the rain and warmed up"
The door opened and I saw a large towel covering the empty seat.
"Sit on this and get yourself dry"
I got in to the smell of leather, after shave, and the blast of hot air from the blowers on the dash and at my feet. On the back seat was a leather holdall with the top open. Inside I spotted clothes and a wash bag. I guessed this was where the towel had come from.
"Please feel free to dry yourself off. I can easily dry the towel later."
"Thanks. It's really decent of you."
We hadn't started moving yet but I hadn't really noticed. I was still basking in my sense of relief and the welcome change of environment.
"I couldn't leave you standing there getting cold and wet."
"Unless you were there for something else of course"
I had no idea what he was talking about.
"What else would I be there for?"
With that he chuckled and pulled out into the traffic. The irony was that as he did so, the rain stopped and the sun came back out!
"That's a layby that's well known for casual sex meetings in the woods behind it"
"Drivers might have thought you were a rent boy" Again he chuckled.
"No I'm not one of those." I blurted out laughing defensively. "I was just trying to get some shelter"
"Good for you. I don't blame you. It looked horrid from in here" he said. "Not that there's anything wrong with it though."
"Wrong with what?"
"Being a rent boy." He surprised me with his reply. "It might even be a fun way of making a living"
He looked across as he said it. "You get to have sex and get to make money too. It could be the perfect career for a fit young guy like you."
I wasn't sure whether he was kidding or not. Or whether I was being propositioned.
But I suddenly saw the potential for a new opportunity.
"Perhaps I might try it out as my new part time job" I said and laughed to give me some cover in case I was misreading the moment.
"I wouldn't know what to charge though"
"I think £20 for a hand job, £40 for a blow job, and £60 for full sex would be about right" was his suggestion.
"Great. I'll print that on my business cards" I replied.
"Would you give a discount for all three together?"
"Maybe" and we both laughed together.
The warmth and comfort of the car, the conversation and the company had changed my mood entirely.
Suddenly I was horny and wanted sex with this man.
I went for it.
"So how much would you want to spend on me?"
"In your case I'd happily spend £100 and go for the package deal." Again laughing.
"I'll take that deal" I said.
"It would have to be cash up front though. I don't take cheques."
"Very wise. Open the glove box" he said. "Get my wallet out"
I did what he said. His wallet was crafted in beautiful leather and was an item of very high quality, and absolutely stuffed with money. This was 1981.They were hard years for a young working class lad like myself. I gasped at the sight of it all.
"If you're serious then open it and take out £100."
I counted the money out.
"It's yours if you want to earn it" He added.
Instead of speaking my response I simply folded the money and put it in my still damp pocket.
"Good boy" he said. "I know just the right place"
"Good. I can't wait" and I reached across to feel his cock through his suit trousers.
"You've done this before haven't you?" He moaned a little while he spoke.
"I've had sex with men, yes. But never for money before."
This visibly turned him on.
"Oh good. So I'm your first trick then. I like that."
Am mile or so further up the road we turned into a rough track through some woodland until we came to what looked like an abandoned house in the trees.
"This was my grandparents place but it's been empty since they died. It will be sold off very soon. Nobody will bother us here. Let's go inside."
Within moments he'd unlocked the front door and we were inside.
To be continued.
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