princealbertofb Wrote:@Lex, how does that happen? It sound terribly Tom of Finland...
I guess it was kind of Tom of Finland....with less leather, smaller dicks, a lot less confidence and a lot more awkwardness.
I picked up Mike on my way to New Mexico. He was headed towards Texas. He was very chatty, and he asked if I had a girlfriend. I had early decided to stop trying to skirt around my sexuality, so I told him the truth - I was gay. I was a bit worried that he might freak out at this, but instead, it got him really excited. He said he was gay, too, and within the next minute, he suggested we have sex. I mulled it over a bit, then said sure. I figured we'd find a hotel room, but he suggested we just pull over and have sex right there. We couldn't do it in the car - it was a 1973 VW Beetle - but that part of the highway is sort of "elevated", with something of a run off after the shoulder. I realized we could lay down there and not be seen from the highway. So I pulled over, I got a blanket out of the back seat, we got undressed, and we had sex.
I can't speak for myself, but he wasn't very good. REALLY heavy on the teeth, no matter how many times I told him to watch it. We later went to a hotel room and had sex again, and he was only marginally better the second time around. I still got off both times, because the gargoyle's a horny son of a bitch.
But yeah, it's a lot hotter if I just leave it saying "I had sex with a hitchhiker on the side of the highway". People picture something out of a porn film.
Lex