The little Hitchhiker
My stories always end where the fun begins. Mean, huh? But I like to leave room for imagination...
‚Dang, that's gonna be a looong ride' I thought to myself and stretched my limbs behind the wheel. I steered the truck back towards the dusty 87 after having stopped to refuel. The small but surprisingly neat houses of this town were passing on both sides. I had had a quick coffee at the gas station earlier and it was still way before noon. At least 3 hours of driving ahead. One or two traffic lights before me lay the interstate and I turned on the radio. The engine was running smoothly and so was the monotonous rhythm guitar sound that came from the speakers. After the second traffic light I was led through a small grove. I was not paying much attention to the road and fumbled at the volume when something yellow caught my eye. I squinted.
'Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle' I mumbled and made a sucking sound with my straw in his mouth. There was a bright yellow fox standing on the side of the road holding out his thumb. He had a big backpack next to him and was wearing some sweet tight shorts. I whistled through my teeth and my mind began to work, fueled by the coffee and my ever lurking desire for sexual relief. I slowed down the truck and came to a halt. I turned off the radio and a broad grin broke its way through my teeth. 'You'll be darn lucky I came along' I thought to himself when I slowly opened the door and jumped down.
'Howdy lil foxy' I hollered towards the cutie who was hesitantly padding into my direction. 'Oh good morning Sir, thank you so much for stopping your big truck for me!' 'Cut the sir-bullshit, or do I look like some uppity yankee to you? Name's Zake. 'I'm Foxen and...' 'Now don't tell me you want a ride coz I could figure out that one by myself' 'Well, actually...yes of course. Do you go west on the 39?' Foxen said and looked up at me with wide eyes. Such blue eyes. Wow. 'Listen, I ain't fixin to make a detour. I'm not...' Foxen's ears sank down and his eyes were showing disappointment. Oh please, that was so cheaply hitting my soft spot. '..buuut, I might. What can you offer?'
His face brightened up, just to look worried right again. He stared to the ground and I reckoned to see a small touch of red on his cheeks. 'Uhm, so the reason why I'm hitchhiking is...that actually...' '...ya don't have a lick of cash' I finished the sentence for him. Shyly he looked up at me. And down again, but not to the ground. 'Well, I might compensate for the lack of money though.' He licked around his muzzle.
Bingo. That was fast. But judging from the constricted feeling in my pants, still not fast enough! I opened my pants while Foxen knelt down in anticipation. My rock-hard dick popped out of my pants and a hungry expression appeared on his face.
'Alright, then why don't you wrap your yapper around this! Come here and gimme some sugar.'