Love to hear about picking up or being picked up.
Sucked more hichikers in my day including the one and only 10" white cock I ever saw, didn't know they could get so hard.

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I knew at an early age that I liked guys. When I got old enough to drive I use to cruise around town giving guys rides and checking out their "tendencies"

One time I was out and picked up this guy that was maybe 19. I picked him up because he had a HUGE bulge in his pants. Tall blonde with legs up to his ass :-)

Anyways we are just driving around and he keeps his hand on his package. Eventually I worked up the nerve to ask him what that bulge was and did he need some help with it. He hauled out a monster cock. 8 inches and thick uncut. Sucked him 3x that night and tried to take him in my ass but in those days I hadn't the experience.

You never forget some of your 1st guys.

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Worst:

Driving NW across West Texas and picked up a beefy Italian guy several years younger than me. I was driving to Colorado for a ski vacation, and about 11 PM I had to stop for some sleep. This quasi-cute "bear" was sort of fucked up and apologized for it, explaining he had taken Ludes a few minutes before. I told him to save money I'd registered as a single and if he wanted to crash he'd have to sleep w/ me and if that was objectionable he could sleep on the floor or hit the road.

We hit the hay and he turned into a wildcat. A drugged up, fucked up bottom. Despite being an Italian (hung!), he had FAR LESS than half my 5- 7/8". Not hung - his was probably the smallest adult cock I ever had sex with. Although "reputable" sources place me in the 50 percentile size-wise, I consider myself sparsely hung yet this guy was begging me to fuck him with my "big cock."

I am a bottom, but I was trying to be a sport. So I climbed aboard and gave it my best. After maybe 15 min of thrusting (his dirty talk helped) I finally shot my load. At this he went wild again, and as I pulled out, with both my cum and his shit on my shaft, he insisted on giving me head.

I reminded him there was shit on my cock he said he didn't care: it was his shit. Don't know whether it was his technique or my sympathy but I managed a second shot in his mouth.

Once it became apparent we were "finished," he turned into a real bastard: calling me a fucking queer, a degenerate, dregs of the earth, etc. I told him to get dressed and get the fuck out or I was calling the cops. For whatever reason he was convinced to get up, dress, and leave. By this time I was too tired to worry about what he might do to my car and was relieved the next morning to find my skis, rack and all windows intact, and no sign I'd ever met this screwed-up druggie.

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Had driven a long day from Laughlin, NV, and stopped about 10 PM in a Modesto CA rest area on SR 99 to take a piss. The area was wild with gay activity. As I was washing up, a tall skinny 19 y/o twink was playing with an uncut 9" pencil-whipper and I enjoyed his show but decided "fuck it," and went to the car.

As I was preparing to back out of the parking space I heard yelling and a jingley sound (A dog chain!) This very cute slender 24 something was herding a gigantic rottweiler down the center of the parking lot and all the loitering families and cruisers were giving this character and his dog wide berth. At the noise I stopped pulling out of my space, so this guy approached my open window, asking if I was driving through Sacramento. I said I was, so he said "I'll give you $20 to give me and my dog a ride to Sacramento, and put a $20 bill in my shirt pocket. I was concerned about both him and the dog; he assured me the dog was well trained (he did have the dog under good control) and was harmless....just a big overgrown puppy.

Then a heavy-set (but pretty cute - maybe 30) mexican dude stops by my open window and joins the conversation, explaining he was a trucker who had picked up this guy & dog in Los Angeles, but Modesto was as far as he was going, and it'd be safe to give him a ride to Sacto. I had taken the money out of my pocket to see if it was real money - it was - and had time to get a 2nd look at this bearded, now discovered to be Adonis.

That fucking dog completely filled my backseat and I waited while Adonis took a leak, then it was off to Sacramento! He ordered the dog "down," and it stayed down the entire trip.

This character was specificially going to the Courthouse in an attempt to talk with a judge, plead guilty, and hopefully get his life reorganized. I put my car on cruise control 5 mph less than speed limit, and enjoyed the chatter of techniques for picking good intersections to hustle gas money ($150-200/day), jail house life, including guard encounters, fucking girlfriends, and the like.

He asked about my being on the road and I explained I had been on a family vacation, that I was gay and hadn't been around my friends for over a week, that I was very horny, and said I needed a hard cock a lot more than I needed his $20 and I'd be happy to return his $20 for giving him a blow. "In fact, whether or not you let me blow you or not, I'm going to return your $20: I've enjoyed your stories." He said he didn't know, he wasn't "too clean." I said I could deal with "not clean," and reached over to brush his crotch. I couldn't see in the darkness, but his britches had a royal tent! I sensed a big hard treat imminently.

I reset my cruise control to 15 mph below the speed limit and after a little trouble negotiating his fly, he opened it for me. A perfectly proportioned straight (uncurved) cut cock, which lay against my open palm with the root at my middle fingertip and the glans lying against my wrist. This technique of measuring would indicate an 11" cock, but there is inherent inaccuracy here as I couldn't tell how far into his abdomen I was pressing my fingertips - I have measured five different 9 inch cocks in my bedroom; this one was most probably in the 8- 1/2 inch range.

I played with this cock for several miles....everybody on the road was passing us. I was going as slow as possible, but not slow enough to be ticketed. I began to notice an occasional exit with no gas stations or other stores, and finally approached an unlit exit and went about 2 blocks off SR 99 and made a left turn at a T intersection. Immediately after the turn I noticed a big paved entry to a graveyard, with plenty of room to park off the highway in front of the gate to the graveyard. There were no lights in the graveyard, nor were there any businesses, street lights or houses in sight. No cars passed by while we were parked. No moon. It was DARK!

He helped me pull his pants down to his knees. Then I reclined the seat to a nearly horizontal position. Used a map light to get a glimpses of that beautiful gigantic cock. I took it slow. Took it fast. Finally I had to lean over and clasp my hands around his left hip (between his legs) helping him lift his ass off the seat so I could get all that cock down my throat.

He wasn't "dirty" at all so I figured the mexican had enjoyed some of that cock, too. But my amigo apparently didn't get any spooge from my hitchhiker; the load was too voluminous and too thick to be a short term repeat performance.

As I drove away, I fished that $20 bill from my pocket, reset the cruise control to speed limit +8 mph and delivered this hot boi and his dog to the courthouse premises about 1 AM. I hope he was successful negotiating with the judge.

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