” i replied.“Shall i give you a small massage?” said my driver.I agreed and she turned the auto into an empty plot a few meters in from the road...“Why did you stop here?” i asked panicking“Don’t worry. I won’t harm you.” she said laughing.She jumped out of the driver’s seat and got in beside me, pulling down the side curtains. Now the auto was completely dark, only the sound of the hard rain outside remained.Suddenly an interior light flickered on and i got a good look at my driver.She had a. The deep blue shade of the door matched the blue sky mirrored off the solar panels. It was fitted with a brass door knocker in the shape of an electric guitar, a novelty that he had never seen before and seemingly unconventional for this part of the country. The door was locked which didn’t surprise him. However, previous experiences had proved there might be an easier way to get inside through a back entrance.The side driveway led to a spacious backyard with a forest providing a green backdrop. Slowly the man began caressing the front of my shorts where now my sex was bulging huge and throbbing painfully hard. Obviously; I did not resist or protest because he had started stroking my wand which I was about to do myself anyway. Soon he was squeezing, clutching and kneading my cock to the best of my joy. He made a remark that my cock was not a one hand job due to its size and slowly took my hand and placed it on his fully erected and plenty swollen cock. It was really bigger than mine 8. I barelygraduated from high school, and spent the summer exploring options, allof which involved getting a job and getting the hell out of here. Schoolwas out, due to my lousy grades. I wouldn't have been able to doanything anyway, really, because of the drinking.One thing kept coming home for me though. I had met some other kids thatI drank and smoked pot with that had been left with the same options.They had taken off on the road. The era where that was normal was over,but it seemed like.