A Summer Hitchhiking Adventure to the Nascar Race

I was young. Just hitchiking from Asheville to Charlotte, for the Nascar race. It was summer, and wasn't wearing much. Just outside of Biltmore on 26 South, a couple of older guys in a pickup stopped, and asked where I was headed. They ended up going to the track themselves. Perfect I thought. They were older than the people I hung out with for the most part, just good ole boys. I felt safe. Being younger, and smaller, I was in the middle. They were catching a buzz, and I had been indulging myself.They also were in shorts, and t-shirts. When the passenger reached for a cold one from behind the driver, he had to stretch, and I had to avoid his crotch when he stretched. As time passed, and the buzz increased, I didn't bother to avoid him as much. They started telling about things they did with their gfs. I had in the past, received oral from guys, and an occasional finger while hitchhiking, but shunned anything else. I was getting hard at the stories, and was poking out of my shorts. I saw the passenger was also hanging out. Out of the blue, the driver reached over, and grabbed my hand, and startd rubbing his crotch. Then he said unzip me, take me out. I considered my options, and felt it was in my best interest to comply. I was stroking hime, when he grabbed my head, and pulled it to his cock. I wasn't particularly thrilled, and hesitated, but I gave in, and strated sucking him. He had hold of my head, and started grinding into me. He told me to swallow, and not leave a mess. We finished, and I was ashamed of what I had done. Well I wasn't done by a long shot. It was the passenger's turn. He was much bigger, but I had to take all of him. I had resigned myself, and quit fighting. I didn't realize that we weren't on the interstate, until we stopped, and I came up for air.We were parked on a fairly secluded dirt road. We got out of the truck, drank some more, when the passenger called me over to finish what I started. I had no idea where we were at, and still wanted to get to the track. I was tod to lay down in the truck, with my head out. The passenger stuck himself into my mouth, and started pumping. I couldn't take him at first, but only until I relaxed. I felt him as he spurted in my mouth, and grinding into me, until he stopped moving. I felt him going soft, and figured I was done. Not hardly. He started getting hard again, and we switched places, and I was between his legs, bent over, when I felt the driver grab my hips. He stuck a couple of fingers in me, and stretched me some. I knew that I liked fingers in me, but I never had went farther. He pulled out, and I felt him entering me. He had hold of my hips, and going to town. I suddenly realized that I was as hard as a rock. My body betrayed me. I wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, and in a way I believe that it was the taboo of souther baptist, surrounding any type of m2m sex.They both were doing their thing, when the guy in my mouth started cumming again. He had pulled out, until my lips were all that was around him. I could feel the head pulsing in my lips, and taste him as he filled my mouth, and suddenly was buried deep in my throat again, and caused me to orgasm, which clenched my butt cheeks, causing the driver to let go.I wasn't supposed to have an orgasm, especially when I hadn't been touched at all, but there it was. I knew that I was done then, and we got back on the road, still 3 hours from the track. I was still ashamed, but those hours left, with both my hands full at times, and the ride back are the root causes of my fantasies today. I hadn't given oral for decade after thst, but now that I've started? I just simply love giving a man pleasure.