Sweet Hitchhiker

I moved next to him after he came, wrapping my arm around his shoulder after pulling the sheet over us. We rested for a time, and Brad drifted off to sleep for a little bit. While he slept I took his clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer so that he would be ready to go early in the morning.

After I went back to bed I looked at Brad's sweet young body for a long minute before turning off the light and cuddling up next to him. The moonlight that streamed in through the window was bright enough for me to see Brad way too well, and as he rolled around in his slumber I found my face next to his upraised arm.

He was so close that my breath was making the tiny wisp of hair under his arm move, and I found myself leaning over and lightly kissing the soft fur, and then running my tongue over that little spray and enjoying his salty sweetness. I soon drifted off to sleep myself, inhaling Brad's delightfully natural aroma and dreaming of all the things I would have loved to have done with him if I only had more time.

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The room was fairly dark, with only the faint moonlight providing illumination, when I heard Brad say my name softly. I didn't answer immediately, as I felt his hand on my flaccid cock, slowly pulling on it.

Feigning sleep, I let Brad continue to play with my cock, enjoying the attention. His face was buried in the hair on my chest while he tugged away, and as I found myself getting hard, I rolled over onto my back while still remaining quiet.

Brad began to move, and as I squinted at him I watched him kneel down at my hip. His shadowy figure bent down, and I felt his wet and pebbled tongue lick the tip of my cock several times. I grunted a little as the tongue was replaced by Brad's mouth, which enveloped the crown of my tool, and I felt him suck on it for a time before raising.

"Tom?" he whispered. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," I whispered back, realizing that he wanted to try to give me head in the comfort of the relative darkness, and when he heard my answer he did his best to satisfy me.

It would be safe to say that my tool had never gotten a worse sucking than what Brad gave me, but in terms of sheer erotic pleasure, it was incredible.

His innocence was fully evident in the way his teeth scraped against the tender skin of my glans, yet I found the discomfort pleasurable in a way I have trouble explaining. Brad was trying so hard to please me, and after he realized he was not able to take much of me into his mouth, he concentrated on the head and used his fists on the shaft.

Not being as young as I used to be, it took me a while to cum, but I kept running my hands through Brad's hair as he worked on me, encouraging him which groans and moans.

When I was about to cum, I let him know, and was pleasantly surprised when he took my seed willingly, allowing me to spurt my cum down his throat with only a slight gagging sound.

Brad continued to lavish his oral attention on my cock long after it had gone limp, and as he practiced he became able to stuff more and more of my limp tool into his mouth. It seemed that once he had gotten over his initial nervousness, he couldn't get enough of my cock. I finally had to coax him off of me about ten minutes later when my tool started to get sore from all his attention.

"Was that okay?" he asked as he crawled up to the head of the bed and joined me.

"It was more than okay, Brad," I said, kissing him on the forehead. "It was great."

He hugged me after hearing that, and as he did I felt his dick poke into my hip.

"That excited you when you did that to me, didn't it?" I asked, chuckling softly at the remarkable recuperative powers of youth.

I reached down and found his stiff dick, rubbing it slowly as I tried to figure out what he would like. Then it struck me.

"I've had you cum with my hand and with my mouth," I reminded him. "Is there anything else you would like to experience?"

*****

I got up to my hands and knees while Brad climbed up behind me, having told me what he wanted to try. I had gone out to the couch and retrieved the tube of lubricant, even though I didn't think it would be necessary, and now Brad was nervously sliding his greased finger into my ass.

After a couple of timid jabs, Brad began really working his digit inside the warm cavity. Enjoying his rough probing, I moved my hips against his motions while telling him I was ready when he was, but he seemed to be enjoying what he was doing, and even began squeezing my balls with his other hand.

"Spread my cheeks apart," I told him after he said he was ready, hoping that that my ample sized butt wouldn't make it too tough for his modest member to reach the goal.

He did manage to get the head of his dick into me as he held my buttocks apart with both hands, and I responded by letting out a loud moan, much like the recipient in the movie had done.

"You okay Tom?" Brad asked nervously.

"Fine," I said, hardly feeling the tiny probe but wanting to make it enjoyable for him.

We got disengaged several times when Brad got overly enthusiastic with his thrusts, but I managed to keep him inside me for the most part while he hugged me around the waist and pumped for all he was worth. As he got into the rhythm, one of Brad's hands reached down and grabbed my cock, pulling and stretching it while he made his compact thrusts.

Soon Brad cried out, and I felt my insides get coated by his warm seed while he squeezed me tightly, and after he came he collapsed onto the bed next to me.

"Did you like that?" I asked him.

"It felt so good," he announced. "It felt so tight! I didn't want to hurt you."

"No, it felt very nice, Brad," I assured him, putting my arm over his hip and eventually drifting off to sleep.

******

We woke up fairly early the next morning, and after breakfast I drove him to Buffalo as I had promised. I went into the bus depot with him and bought him a ticket home, and when he insisted on my address so that he could repay me, I grabbed a timetable and scribbled on it, stuffing it in his pocket as they made the last call for his bus.

"Thanks Tom," Brad said as he boarded the bus. "Thank you for everything."

The pleasure was mine, and I waved goodbye to him as the bus rolled away. I hadn't given him my address, but instead had written him a short note, wishing him well in the future. There was no need for him to pay me back, because he had given me much more that night than I could ever have asked for.

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