During the time I was stationed in Fort Knox, Kentucky, I found that the boys from Kentucky were very horny and were ready for a little sex. I would see them on the highway trying to hitch a ride. They were a very sexy bunch of good-looking guys.

During the day I worked at an army school, but I worked as a bartender at the V.F.W. Club 3 or 4 nights a week. I would take off after working for the army, wearing civilian clothing, and drive out to the V.F.W. Club. In order for me to pay for a car, I had to work extra so I could cover the expense, since I was only a corporal and did not make much money.

I had a hard time passing up any cute hitchhikers, so I would always stop and give them a lift if they were good looking enough. When I was on my way to work as a bartender, I did not have much time, so I would just talk with the guy and see if I could give him a quick blowjob. If I had plenty of time, I could take my time and could work on them more slowly. When they first got into my car I would always tell them not to sit near the passenger door, it was broken and could open up without warning. This way they would scoot closer to me. If we got sexy, he would be close enough that I could then let my right hand feel of his cock.

Then I would begin my usual routine. I had a routine worked out where I could proposition a guy in 5 minutes, or I had another routine that would take 15 minutes, and so on, it just depended how far they were going and how much time I had. I had a routine figured out to cover most situations.

I found out that I ended up blowing one hitchhiker out of every three that I picked up. Of the three, one stud would turn out to be a dud and I only wanted the cream of the crop! It might be because I thought he was not sexy enough, or I did not feel comfortable with the guy, or my guardian angel would whisper to me and tell me to not trust the guy. In that case I would talk only about sports and let him out of my car as soon as I could and I would go on my way. I always did trust my guardian angel.

One of the three would not be interested in talking about sex, so I would change the subject and let him out as soon as I could and continue on my way. If a guy did not want to talk about sex, I felt that he would not agree to a blowjob. Most of the time there was another hitchhiker waiting down the road. Back in 1951 there were a lot of hitchhikers.

It was the next guy that I got! When I found a stud that seemed to enjoy talking about sex and would admit that he was horny, I knew that he was ready to get his dick sucked. I would start telling the guy about the girls I used to fuck in Japan or Europe. I had some hot stories to tell them and would watch their basket to see if they got "a rise in their Levi's.” I would start just talking about fucking but