In the seventies after my divorce I was horny as hell (so what's new?).
I resumed my old habit of picking up hitchhikers. I found that nine out
of ten knights of the open road would willingly succumb to my wiles. In
fact, a friend dubbed me "on ramp Nellie." Another was so impressed
with my successes that he suggested that he place a voice-activated recorder
in my car just to study my techniques.
I'm thinking of one occasion when I was bound for Seattle to visit my daughter it wasn't long before I spied a well kept young man attired in western fashion. He was wearing a ten gallon hat, cowboy boots, the whole ball of wax. I stopped and picked him up. We rode along quietly for some time when I suggested that we stop for a six-pack of beer. He eagerly OK'd that suggestion.
It wasn't long before he loosened up and of course I steered the subject to sex. He recounted a couple of his experiences, and I reached way back in my memory bank to recount several of my hetrosexual experiences (of course I embellished them salaciously). After a period I casually mentioned that I was bi and that I had had experiences with men also. He said, "You know, I've often wondered what it would be like to have sex with another man." Well, my pitch could wait. I changed the subject almost immediately.
We had driven for hours, and it was getting late. I said, "I'm kinda tired, I believe I'll stop and get a motel room" Then offhandedly I added, "Would you like to join me?" He answered "yes." So we pulled into an inexpensive motel and I purchased a room. It was early so we went across the street to a restaurant. Then we returned to the room to watch TV until bedtime.
When bedtime arrived I turned off the lights and got into bed. He was also settled into his bed. It was then that I said, "Are you awake?" to which he answered "Yes." I waited a few minutes and said, "I don't suppose that you are in the mood to experiment, are you?" To which he replied, "I've been waiting for you to suggest it.
He threw off his shorts and settled his beautiful hairless body onto
my bed. I took that delicious morsel into my mouth for the suck of his
life. I had carefully assumed the 69 position and he quickly took the
hint. The next thing I knew, my cock was in his mouth doing the same.
When this act was completed he quietly returned to his own bed and I didn't hear another peep from him until morning.
At breakfast we was quite untalkative. I was not surprised, for I knew that he was uncomfortably rehearsing the events of the evening before. So I began trying to justify our act in his mind. I was conscious that he was feeling deep remorse. I took the next couple of hours rationalizing, and it seemed that I relieved his tensions considerably.
When I left him off on the freeway at my destination, he reached over and gave me a bear hug and kissed me on the lips. We waved bye as I continued on to my daughters and he to his destination in Idaho. The pity is that I never had the opportunity to perform my magic on that one ever again. But I still remember it as I occasionally play it back from my memory bank.