A Ride In The Rain
by b100dr00t (b100dr00t@yahoo.com)
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A college freshman hitchhikes home in the rain and is
picked up by a traveling salesman who teaches an
introductory class called Hand-job 101. (MM, exh, 1st-
gay-expr, mast)
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I went to college about 75 miles from my home. About
once a month I would go home for the weekend, bringing
my laundry with me in a battered brown case that once
belonged to my father. I’m sure my mother noticed the
dried pale yellow stains on my T-shirts and briefs but
mercifully never said a word.
Because I didn’t own a car, I had to take a couple of
busses, and then hitchhike the remaining 30 miles.
Back in those days, hitchhiking was more common and
safer. And so, one cold, rainy November night, I found
myself standing beside the highway at my last bus
stop. My breath mixed with the unrelenting drizzle and
after half-an-hour I wondered if I’d ever catch a
ride. But after another fifteen minutes a big, late-
model Chrysler pulled over. I opened the rear door and
tossed in my case, then got into the front seat.
“Helluva night for hitchhiking!” said the driver. He
was a tall, heavily-built man, about 45 years old and
well-dressed.
“It sure is!” I said. “Thanks for stopping.”
He didn’t bother to introduce himself, and neither did
I. He asked where I as headed and when I told him, he
said that dropping me off at my home would take him
just a few miles out of his way.… Read the rest