One summer, when I was 18, my buddies and I used to have races. Our races were a bit different--we would race to the shore, which was about 2 hours away - but being as we didn't have cars yet, we'd hitchhike.

The three of us would hitchhike separately and the point was to see who could get there first. Crazy huh? Well, we were I guess. It was 1975 and times were a bit different than today.

One beautiful summer day, I had managed a ride just over a Pennsylvania/New Jersey bridge and was standing at the eastern end with my thumb out. A sedan pulled over and I ran to get in. The driver, and older guy, asked where I was heading, and I answered "the shore".

He was going close by not quite all the way down to Wildwood, but about 30 minutes from there. Sweet!

The car was one of those big old boats that Oldsmobile used to make, big seats, very comfortable. I was wearing my cutoff jeans and a t-shirt. I was 18, thin, with longish blond hair. The old guy started regaling me with stories of the beachblah, blah. I listened politely, nodding and stuff.

After a while, he started on girls and the beach...bikinis etc. Yeah, good lookingblah, blah... Then he asked me if I had a girlfriend. When I answered no, he seemed surprised. As we drove, I started noticing that he was looking at me more intently--like looking up and down my legsand looking at my crotch. I was thinking uh oh. He kept looking...up and down my legs...then up to my crotch. I started to feel my dick get hard.... Oh no...I tried to will it away--but it had a mind of its own--and my cutoffs began feeling tighter. Before long I was hard --and I was bulging...

I saw him looking at my crotch again...and then he looked up and right at meand caught me looking. He smiled and said, "Nothing to be ashamed of, you must be awfully horny though, I could take care of that for you, you know...no one would ever know... I love sucking cock."

I just sat there--kinda dumbfounded--and he reached over and cupped my bulgerubbing my cock through my cutoffs. Oh, that felt good. I was a virgin--in everyway. No one had ever touched my cock but me.

He said, "Hold on," and pulled into a rest area, parking way out in the farthest spot. He turned to me and said, "Relax." He undid my shorts and yanked my underwear down; my teenage cock sprang out--fully hard. I started to protest, but he ignored me and he immediately engulfed my cock with his mouth.

Oh god--the moist heat of his mouth, his tongue...sliding up and down, his hand caressing my balls! In about 30 seconds I spasmed and blew my load. He sucked me dry, easily swallowing all of my cum.

Sitting back up, he said, "All better?"

I nodded yeah, with a nervous laugh. He said, "Man, you're hot! I'd suck you anytime. He drove me the rest of the way--and gave me his number.

What are you doing alone? Why are you ignoring me? You lay there asleep, dreaming your dreams; men, hot, sweaty, muscled, nude, black, white, Latino, Chinese, you dream of them all. You tell me that you feel insignificant, insecure and inappropriate at times. Men do look at you when you go out. You don't notice; sometimes you don't care. You go out drinking, clubbing and sometimes tricking. It's an unsafe world we live in but you don't always care. You have made it through 40 years without an STD, injury or accident. Maybe you sometimes think that luck is on your side.

Alone but not alone is how you feel. You work, live and party amongst many people. You have a large number of friends. You have a loving, caring, large family. Yet you still feel alone.

I watch you when you go clubbing or simply out to drink. Flirt? That is way too simple a description for what you do! You seduce, intrigue and entice. No one is safe. Dance becomes a ritual for you. Men join you dancing and the ritual circle grows. You are average, nice looking but average; intelligent but not Einstein; funny but not Leno. Your ritual circle grows; men take off their shirts. Sweaty, lean, firm men kiss you, hug you; making you feel attractive, wanted, empowered. You feed off them like a vampire. You caress their firm chests, their firm ass; you wrap their sweaty hot bodies against yours. You still think of yourself as alone. In the bathroom, an attractive young black man, thanks for the dance earlier. You don't remember but pretend you do. You kiss, embrace and at one point your hands are on his ass and his hard dick that earlier was pressing into your crotch as you embraced. You walk out together, you buy him a drink and when he is distracted you disappear into the crowd. Your feeling of loneliness grows. Your belief that there is nothing out there for you grows. You feel like the last 20 years have been for nothing. Your attention span is short; your career life is short. Your friends ask, what's wrong? Why so snippy? Are you okay? You always tell them yes; no problem; nothing. You drink for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You look for happy hour. Beer isn't drinking; is what you say to yourself and others. You're Southern; Southerners don't drink until noon. Anything before noon is simply a good start. Even straight men like you. Straight men would turn bi for you. You have seduced several supposed straight men. They always come back to you eventually. You don't understand them, but the seduction is a victory to you. Then the loneliness creeps back in again.

One of your oldest straight friends and you go out partying one night. You both drink too much. When you get home; he passes out in your guest room on the spare bed. You make sure he's okay and you go to bed. The next morning, you check on him; he's sleeping in his clothes. He's hot, young, Italian, Southern and a walking wet dream but straight and a friend. You gently tap him to wake up. He's told you that he needs to be somewhere early. He smiles gently at you. You and he have always had a touchy feely, friendship. He hugs you and thanks you for the night stay. You lean over and gently peck him with a kiss and he does back at you. He stretches moaning and hugs you again. You run your hands over his chest; he moans. You run your hands over his thighs; he moans. You kiss him again. He chastely kisses you. You unbutton his jeans; standing up to pull of his socks and the jeans. He has no underwear on. He doesn't stop you. You take off the t-shirt also. Now your oldest straight friend is naked on your spare bed. You kiss him, working your way down his chest; each of his nipples to his steel hard, hot dick that is bouncing against the muscles of his thighs.

His dick is perfect. You begin to kiss it, blow air on it and then you slip it into your mouth. You begin to perform the best blowjob you have ever given. You lick his nuts, his thighs; back to his dick. You work this young man for what seems forever. It begins to moan, groaning with the need for release. He grunts telling you that he's going to cum. You keep on working him. You pull your mouth away (always being safe), start jacking him but you continue to kiss all over his body. He grunts, "Oh God." Then squirts everywhere for an unbelievable amount of time and fluid. When he's done; you clean him off with a strategically located towel. You lay together, cuddling and hugging. He thanks you. You peck a kiss on his full, sexy but straight lips. He excuses himself to clean up and get dressed.

He tells you that he'll call you later and he always does. This has been a repeat performance over the years. He leaves to go to his girlfriends.

Again, you are alone, but not alone.

I was in a really bad mood, for the second time in as many weeks my central heating failed, and as it was October, although the weather was not freezing, it was just cold enough in the house to be uncomfortable. I phoned the heating engineer and stated my problem; they assured me that an engineer would be with me that morning. I asked that they should not send the previous engineer as he had assured me that the problem had been solved.

In the meantime I switched on the emersion heater, shaved and had a bath. The bath warmed me and put me in a better mood. I had the radio on and decided to make a cup of coffee. I was feeling human but wished the engineer would turn up fix the problem. Then I would be able to get on with the weekend that has just began.

Minutes after, my wish was granted, in more ways than one. The doorbell rang. When I opened the door my heart jumped into my mouth. This amazingly good looking guy was standing there with a smile on his face. He told me he was the engineer and could he come in and look at the boiler and electrics. I was so taken aback by this vision of loveliness that I could only nod. At the same time I realized my cock was going on a horn and I was only wearing boxers and a white towelling dressing gown. Because it was a narrow hall way I had stood back as he came in and now I pressed past him to take him into the kitchen. He may have felt my cock brush past him.

He checked out the boiler and then turned his attention to the electrics which were under the work surface. Seeing him bending down did nothing to help me loose my erection. Even though I had pushed my cock up, it was still obvious.

Suddenly he turned around and started to talk to me about the possible fault. I noticed a few times his eyes wonder down my body to my cock. I knew he knew I had an erection. He said he had to go out to the van and get some tools. I asked him if he wanted a coffee. He said, "Great."

I thought after I poured his coffee that I would have time to go upstairs and change into some jeans, but as soon as I poured his coffee he was back, closing the front door after him.

I pointed to the cup of coffee on the table and invited him to sit down. As he sat down I noticed the fly on his jeans was undone. This made my cock jump into full hard erection so quickly that I sat down near him. This also gave me a good view into his open fly. I could not believe what I was seeing. He was not wearing any underwear. I could see his pubes and the base of his cock.

As he took a drink of his coffee, I could see him look down at my crotch. This made my cock jump, which he saw. Looking up at me, he smiled and moved his hand to his fly and pulled them right open. Getting his hand down his jeans he pulled out his cock. Working his foreskin over his helmet he soon got an erection. I pulled open my dressing gown. Putting my fingers into the fly of my boxers, I pulled out my cock. It was so wet and hard. He quickly knelt down and with his hands on my knees push my legs open and moved his head down and took my cock into his mouth. His mouth moved slowly down my shaft, not stopping until his mouth and face were pressed into my groin. He was really working my cock in his mouth; getting his tongue between the ridge of my helmet and between my foreskin. He worked my cock so well that I knew if he continued doing this I would shoot my spunk very quickly. I wanted to do the same for him, so I reached down and moved his head with my hands away from my cock. Looking up at me, I smiled and told him I wanted to do the same to him. So we swapped positions. Taking his cock in my mouth, it was so easy to make it slide right the way back into my throat. I worked his cock as he had mine; I could taste his precum oozing from his piss slit. I wanted this to last a long time, I could hear him groaning with pleasure, as his breathing increased. Suddenly he started shaking and pushing his cock deep into my mouth, he shoot string after string of hot thick spunk into my mouth. Boy did he taste good. Still with his cock in my mouth he remained hard, so I continued to gently lick into his foreskin, I wanted every drop of his spunk.