Hitch Hiking (the old way)

I was already bi and liked what I call 'the chase' best. By that I mean all the build up to something, exciting with anticipation. The day I'm talking about I had got to the outskirts of Leeds and was stood (with cap on bag) on the slip road to the M1. Unusually I had been there for about 40 minutes and was beginning to think I wasn’t going to get a lift. The rain started, it wasn’t heavy but cold and wet nonetheless. Now I’m starting to get a bit down, not feeling so confident that my cap was going to take me right down to Portsmouth.

About 10 minutes into the rain a car did stop, can’t remember what sort it was but I asked the guy where he was going, Down to Northampton he said. Well at least it was on the way and pretty busy where he drops me off, plus I was desperate to get out of the rain. I hopped in and put my bag on the back seat, took off my coat and started to feel the warmth of his heater. The seat was a little reclined so I leaned back wiping the drizzling rain from my face. As I remember he was a good looking guy. Not a gym guy, six pack or anything like that, just a guy next door but of a good builEven though he had the heater on I was still cold and would remain so in these clothes. There was no planning but I was starting to get a bit horny and was actually hoping something would happen, I asked him if he would mind if I changed these clothes, of course he didn’t mind at all. So as he had not made any move of any kind I took off my jumper and then my shirt, he could see it was wet; I twisted round between the two front seats to put them on the back seats. I knew my cock and bulge in my jeans were really close to his hand on the gear stick but just dare not make it obvious by brushing against him. I wasn’t terribly confident at being Bi, usually someone had to take the lead through my shyness and embarrassment. I sat back in the seat and undid the belt of my trousers. And this bit was almost done in slow motion (that’s how I remember it anyway). I leaned back, lifted my butt off the seat and slowly (and I mean slowly) pulled down my jeans. As the jeans went over my pants and I’m forcing my hips up in the air we could both see my bulge in my white pants clearly. I could see him looking out the corner of my eye and I was as excited as hell, I wanted him to make a comment which would have broken that ice. As I say I deliberately did all this very slowly until the jeans were round my knees, I sat back down and took them off. Now I’m in just my underwear, I thought, let’s draw this out because it’s so erotic I just don’t want this to stop. Again I twisted round between the two seats and my head was at the back of his now, so I could look at him discretely and his head was looking down at the gear stick, which is exactly where my bulge was, just an inch or so from his hand. God this was so exciting and in spite of being quiet shy I was on a roll and just wanted this to go on.
I am now sat naked in his car, I have a nice hard on and my pulse is racing, so now I have to get my clothes from the bag on the back seat. Again I twist my body round so I’m between the two seats and this time my cock isn’t restricted to a bulge in pants, its sticking out and about as next to his hand as it can get. I thought I have done my bit now it’s up to you. I rummaged round in the bag and look back to see him staring at my cock; I had managed to pull my foreskin back while folding my pants and my bell end was shiny full and right next to his hand. As I was watching him, still making rummaging sounds in the bag, I looked at my cock, he must have been shyer than me because I could tell he wanted to but just count let go of the gear stick. Oh bollocks to this me thought. So rummaging again, twisting a bit more, making out like I just couldn’t reach it with a bit of huffing and puffing I made out like I just needed to twist a bit more, and now my hot bell end was touching the back of his hand, I could see him alter his grip on the gear stick so he pushed back against my cock.

I stayed like that for what seemed like ages, his hand was now holding my cock, running his fingers through my pubes and running them around my balls, but this was while sat back in the seat. I was totally naked, a big hard on and his hand was exploring me.

He never stopped the car but when we got to Northampton he asked me if I wanted to come in for a coffee, which I did of course. We ended up in bed and things went on from there. Two really nervous people, one had deliberately seduced the other and when he really couldn’t do anything other than touch my cock it was just so great. I was only 19 then and just learning about things, but that’s what I call 'the chase' and I still like it.
So now I did a little shiver and pretended to still be cold, he turned up the heating and I then did the same with my pants, butt off the seat and really slowly (so obviously slow) with my hips in the air pulled the sides of my pants down, slowly exposing my pubes and then my cock sprang out and flopped back onto my stomach. God I had gone further than I had ever gone, taking the lead I mean but the excitement was electric. I sat back down and was totally naked. It was around dusk so he could see me clear enough but more difficult for those outside.