In 1964 I was fifteen and hitchhiking down the Oregon coast. I had been visiting a friend in Portland and was returning home via my thumb as I had other plans for the bus ticket money. My previous ride had gotten me from Portland to the coast. The rain was just starting to come down pretty steady and I was standing alongside highway 101 at the south end of Lincoln City with my thumb out. It was late afternoon and I was still a long way from home and getting wetter by the minute.

A guy in an old Plymouth pulled up and asked me where I was headed. I told him, and he said he could get me part way there, so I jumped in with him. He was a tall slim guy in his mid 30s. Second thing I noticed about him was his eyes. When he talked to me, his eyes were looking at my legs and not at my face. One of his hands was resting on his lap next to a really large bulge in his crotch. He turned the heater on high, which felt pretty good, but I was still pretty well soaked. He asked me if I had any dry clothes in my backpack. I told him that I did and that if there was a rest stop somewhere ahead I'd like to change clothes. He told me the coast highway didn't really have any rest areas. He said I could change in the car. As he said that his fingertips extended to press against the big bulge. I was getting the feeling that he might be interested in some kind of sex play. The only sex play I had known at that time was that I sure enjoyed jacking off and my cock seemed to get thicker and longer every time. I was also thinking that if I did do anything with him, I was a long way from my home town and probably no one would ever know. I didn't stop to consider any of the many dangerous things that might happen.

I replied, "Well, if your sure you don't mind."

He said "It's ok, I don't mind at all."

I took my tennis shoes off and reached into my pack in the back seat and found a pair of dry jeans and a dry tee shirt. I sat back down and proceeded to slip my wet jeans off. I noticed his eyes were fixed on my pants coming off and his fingertips were back on that big bulge. I was getting hard, and this time it wasn't just another one of the many unexpected erections that seemed to be a regular part of fifteen-year-old life. I rolled up my wet jeans to put them away, then I reached for the dry folded jeans that were on the seat between us and noticed his hand was resting on them.

He looked of at me and said, "Nothing personal, but while you have your pants off, would you be at all interested in a blow job?"

I replied "Uh, I guess so."

"Go ahead and just leave your pants off and I'll pull up an old logging road that's just up the road a ways," he said.

I was really hard by now and the thought of getting off was the only thing on my mind. I never even thought at that moment that I might get hurt or killed.

He said, "Why don't you slide over next to me so I can feel you?"

I moved next to him and his hand moved to my leg and slid up and down my thigh. His hand then moved over my penis and explored its shape and size as best he could over my tightly whites.

He turned up an old logging road and said, "Your socks are wet and dirty, why don't you take them off?"

I wasn't sure why I needed to take my socks off, but they were damp, so I took them off. He pulled up another side road that hadn't been used for a long time and parked. He turned toward me and asked if I'd ever had a blow job before. I told him that I had never. As we were talking, he was unbuttoning my flannel shirt. He asked me if I had done things with girls yet. I told him about my kissing and feeling up a girl I knew. I asked him what it was like to fuck a girl.

His reply was, "Oh, it's nice, but I like boys too! Boys have pussies too, you know!"

He helped me take my shirt off along with my tee shirt. My heart was probably hammering!

Then the words came, "Go ahead and take your underpants off."

I scooted back to the passenger side a little and sipped my underpants down to my thighs and said, "Is this ok."

He replied strongly, " NO, take them all the way off! It will be better."

I took them all the way off. He reached over and played with my penis and complimented me on having a really nice cock for my age. He also commented on my ball sack, telling me how nice and tight my sack was. He told me he would like to reposition me. He had me put my back against the passenger door. He even had a pillow in the back seat to put behind me. Then he placed my left foot up on the seat and my right foot on the console. He had me scoot down more on my back and with both hands he spread my legs apart. His fingers explored every part of my bottom for a little while and then his mouth went all the way down sucking my whole 5 1/2" in his mouth with a swirling motion up and down. I'd never expected anything could feel like that! While he was blowing me his fingers were toying with the base of my balls and a finger tip was lightly touching my anus. He only stopped once, to tell me to tell him when I was going to cum. I didn't tell him because I was speechless when it happed, and I think he knew it because he didn't slow down until I had finished.

He asked me if I wanted to try for seconds, for some reason I said no! I did ask him if I could see his. He opened up his pants and pulled out a thick, cut 8". It was the biggest cock I had ever seen in my short life. He asked me if I'd like to suck him. I said not really! (one of my biggest regrets that I didn't)

He said "That's ok, just leave your clothes off and show me what you do when you jack off."

So we watched each other jack off. I put my clothes on and we headed back down the mountain road. He asked me to keep my cock sticking out of my unzipped fly and he played with it as we went. I was nearly asleep when he dropped me off at the highway where he had to turn to head home. I was back hitchhiking and a sheriff car stopped to check me out. He asked if I had just gotten a ride. I said I had. The sheriff asked if the driver had done anything to me. It was like somehow he knew! I told the sheriff, no he didn't do anything but give me a ride to here.

As the sheriff was returning to his car, he called out, "You should probably zip your pants up!"

Yup, it was all hanging out! I was so drowsy I hadn't noticed!

I soon got an uneventful ride the rest of the way home and made it by supper time with no questions asked by anyone.