Every eighteen year old knows all there is to know about sex, sure. Every one but me. I was one of the most naïve teen-agers ever, but lied and boasted like everyone else that I was getting more sex than I could handle. Maybe with my hand. I was still a sexual virgin if masturbation did not count.

“I left my home in Georgia” so goes the song, and I did, at age eighteen, having enough money to ride a bus to San Diego where I talked a sweet thing into signing the papers as my Mother in order to get me enlisted into the Navy. And after my basic training, I was frantic to get home to show all my friends and my family how grown up I was in a navy uniform at age eighteen. I set out from sunny California, hitchhiking, since I had so little money, and the rides were easy. The uniform did it.

Somewhere around Dallas, I was picked up by a guy who was very friendly, and unlike most of the other drivers, he zoned right in on me, not my family or what I thought of the navy, but on me. What did I think about various things, big things, politics and travel and the future. Made me feel like a grown-up I suppose. When he started asking me about my sex life, I did all the boasting that I had heard my buddies brag about, adding any exaggeration of my own that I felt might sound mature and impressive. The conversation was erotic and like any eighteen year old, my cock was paying attention to what I was saying. The guy driving the car was paying attention to my cock. I barely noticed when we left the main highway, and only became aware of the deserted side road that we were traveling when he was slowing down and saying out loud that he did not think anyone could see us here.

I did not know what was happening. I was scared. When his hand rested first on my knee, then quickly traveled to my crotch, I leaned hard against the door, trying to get away. I did not know anything at all about man to man sex but I had heard a lot about queers and I now was afraid that I was being assaulted by a queer. I was scared, but my dick wasn’t.

He unbuttoned my navy blue button fly and I let him do it, not helping him a bit. When he had my cock in view, he admired it verbally, then he orally worshipped it, coming off of it frequently so that I did not lose my load instantly, which we both knew I wanted to do. When I could no longer hold off, I know that I delivered a typical eighteen year old abundant gallon of liquid protein but I never saw any of it since he took it all. I made him stop when my sensitive dickhead could not take it any longer, but he did not want to stop. We drove on, and the first chance I had I jumped out of the car, I just opened the door and ran. I saw him drive off in the opposite direction just about as fast as I was running away from him.

I put the event out of my mind, and rarely