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I had no idea, when I picked him up hitch-hiking, that
he was so young. Picking up hitch-hikers is not my usual
style. There was just something about him standing all alone
in the pouring ran that made me stop. It wasn't until he
climbed into the car and removed his drenched, hooded wind
breaker and I got my first really good look at him that I
realized he was quite adorable, and quite young.

My cock stirred restlessly as I nonchalantly admired my
find. He was rather tall with a slender physique. His skin
was well tanned and as smooth as a baby's behind. I prefer
my men young. The younger the better, but I put great
emphasis on the term men. I wasn't into jail-bate.

My long drive had become incredibly monotonous. I
welcomed the young man's company, but at the same time I
found his presence very distracting. I wanted to reach over
between his long youthful thighs and squeeze the sizable
bulge in the crotch of his tight, wet jeans. I forced
myself to resist the urge until I'd had an opportunity to
learn a little more about him.

"Where are you headed?" I asked, making small talk.

"No where in particular," he replied with a wide smile.
"Just let me know when you're tired of having me around." I
decided the kid was probably a runaway and not exactly
comfortable with giving a stranger a lot of personal details.

I drove for another hour before stopping for a burger to
calm the persistent hunger pains growling in both our
stomachs. The kid didn't seem to have much money. He was
counting loose change to pay for his share of the check.
"Don't worry about it." I assured him. "My treat."

"Thanks. I really appreciate it," And he quickly put
his money back into his pocket.

After we'd finished dinner, I rented a motel room and
offered to share it with my new-found traveling companion.
My offer was accepted without hesitation.

I showered first, while the kid checked out the TV
listings. I couldn't get the image of his fantastic body out
of my mind. My stiff cock ached for his firm lips to caress
it. I closed my eyes and tried to visualize what the kid's
cock must look like.

The kid took his turn in the bathroom, while I settled
back to watch the movie he had raved about. As I fluffed my
pillows, I noticed the kid's wallet lying on the nightstand.

I opened the damp leather and found his driver's
license. His first name was Daniel. He was eighteen and
hailed from some town I'd never heard of in Ohio. So what
the hell was he doing, alone and broke, hitch-hiking in Iowa?

I put his wallet back on the nightstand where I'd found
it. The kid emerged from the bathroom, clad in only a towel
He grinned at me rather shyly.

"All my things are soaked. I hung them up to dry
Until they do, I don't have anything to wear. I hope you
don't mind?" He was very polite about the whole thing.

"Doesn't bother me in the least," I assured him. "Make
yourself comfortable." I didn't tell him I was rather
enjoying the view, but that's what I was thinking. "And by
the way, my name's Bill."

The kid extended his hand to shake mine. "Everyone
calls me Danny. I really appreciate all you're doing for
me, Bill. I was afraid I was going to have to spend the
night in the rain.

The kid stretched out on his side of the bed and we
settled back to watch TV.

When the movie had ended, Danny got up to change the
channel. Half way across the room, the towel he wore tucked
around his slender waist came loose and fell to the floor
around his ankles. My heart leapt into my throat at the
sight of his narrow, round ass.

Apologizing, Danny quickly retrieved the towel and
covered his front, but not before I'd managed to catch a
glimpse of his enormous, limp cock.

"If you have no objection, I think I'll just leave the
towel off?" Said Danny. "It's kinda damp and uncomfortable."

He immediately discarded his towel and lay naked across
the bed, leaning back on his elbows. His incredibly over-
sized cock draped obediently across his immense, low hung
balls. Even in its present dormant state, the intricate
network of bulging veins running the length of his heavy,
thick-skinned organ stood out in abundance.

"Bill, if I ask you for your opinion about something,
will you promise not to think I'm weird?"

"Sure. I promise. What do you want to know?"

"Do you think I have a big cock?"