ROADSIDE ACQUAINTANCE

ROADSIDE ACQUAINTANCE

Part 1.

This year, I decided not to bother with a foreign vacation trip and instead headed to sunny Abkhazia, where I had many friends. In response to my invitation to travel to the warm sea, my mother gave a firm refusal, saying she was fine at the dacha.

I declined the services of air and rail transport, deciding to set off in my new SUV, especially since I enjoyed driving.

I left the capital early in the morning and by evening, without rushing, reached Rostov-on-Don. For the night, I settled in a roadside hotel to avoid entering the city,

and slept wonderfully.

After getting on the highway heading south and driving to the nearest gas station, I stopped, firstly, to refuel my iron steed, and secondly, to have breakfast.

Sitting at a table on the cafe veranda and devouring my breakfast, I noticed a tall young guy trying to hitch a ride.

"He's trying to hitchhike," I thought, watching the guy who clearly had no luck: passing cars didn't want to stop.

When my car drew level with the guy, he lowered his hand, apparently not hoping to be picked up by such a vehicle. But I slowed down and lowered the window.

"Where are you headed?" I asked. The guy looked at me distrustfully, not believing his luck.

"Towards Sochi," he said. "The village of Vorgan," the guy clarified.

"Get in," I said warmly. "It's more fun together."

"It's just that I..."

"I get it: no money," I continued for him. "It's fine, get in for free."

We got acquainted. The guy's name was Vadim. He was going to relatives who had a mini-hotel on the coast in a village with the strange name Vorgan, where Vadim planned to spend a month or two of his vacation. He was studying at Rostov University and had just started his second year.

Now I got a good look at his face. The guy was attractive and I'd even say handsome, but not in a saccharine way. His eyes were gray, but warm. His youthfully slightly rosy cheeks probably hadn't yet known a razor. And his full, pink lips just beckoned.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at his legs and shorts, the legs of which ended at the level of his fly, behind which a decent bulge was visible.

In the morning at the hotel, I had put on my breeches with nothing underneath, and now, looking at Vadim, I felt some discomfort and a heaviness in my lower abdomen.

To be frank, I like young guys and men no older than me. Regarding this guy, I didn't have any specific plans. In a few hours, we would part forever, but his close presence was pleasantly exciting.

For about 18 years now, I haven't been interested in women. At the age of twenty, out of curiosity, I tried same-sex love and came to the conclusion that nothing better could exist. Since then, I haven't had mistresses, but male partners. With some guys, I had serious and long-term relationships, with others only one-time sex. But, one way or another, there's no other path for me now.

My poor mother thought it was all my mistresses' fault and that I was a libertine for not being married yet. She asked me to settle down and finally get married, thereby giving her the joy of communicating with future grandchildren. We lived separately, so she didn't guess the true reasons for my bachelor life...

At noon, we passed Krasnodar, and I stopped the car at a cafe to have a bite.

After the meal, Vadim wanted to pay for both of us, but I stopped him.

"Put it away. You'll need the money later. My treat."

We drove on. Vadim, on a full stomach, dozed off and woke up when we were driving along the highway by the sea.

The sea! It drew you in and beckoned, promising pleasant freshness and coolness. And even though the climate control was on in the car, I really wanted to refresh myself in the sea water.

I voiced the thought that it would be nice to take a swim.

"We could stop at some beach," Vadim suggested.

"Eh, friend, I don't want just 'some' beach," I replied. "I'd like somewhere with no one around, where you can swim naked. You understand me?" Vadim nodded.

"I know such a place. About 20 more kilometers," he said.

On Vadim's recommendation, I turned off the highway and began carefully descending a country road towards the seashore. I stopped the car on a small clearing. There was no road further. Only a narrow path led to a narrow beach nestled among boulders.

"On foot from here," said Vadim, and we got out of the car.

After surveying the area and realizing no one was nearby, I quickly took off my breeches and T-shirt and got a towel from my bag. Vadim, looking down, stood motionless.

"Well, Vadim, why are you standing there? Get undressed. Let's leave our clothes in the car and go swimming."

"Maybe undress down there?" he asked uncertainly. I understood the guy was shy. I had to convince him.

"Don't be silly, Vadim. There's no one. Get undressed, and let's go swimming. We're wasting time." Apparently, I said this in a categorical tone, as it seemed to him, but it worked and Vadim began to take off his clothes.

And soon he stood before me naked. Of course, he was a bit embarrassed to be naked, in general, in front of a stranger.

And I couldn't help but admire the youth, so much so that I began to get aroused, but at first didn't notice it.

Vadim's body wasn't brutish, just like him. He more resembled a matured teenager. His body was hairless, only short golden hairs grew on his legs. His stomach was flat, but without six-pack abs.

Hair was absent even where it should grow naturally—on the pubic area and under the arms. Vadim shaved it neatly, just like I do.

His male pride—his cock—wasn't big, rather average. With the head covered, it looked quite good, and his testicles in the tight scrotal sac weren't saggy and resembled a tennis ball.

Feeling my gaze on him, Vadim wanted to cover his nature with his palms, but he didn't dare.

But, despite his embarrassment, Vadim was also looking at me. It seemed like the young male was appreciating an older representative of his own kind.

Finally, having finished all the tasks, I locked the car and activated the alarm. With the tasks, the arousal subsided, and I said:

"Well, shall we go?" Vadim nodded.

And we began carefully descending the narrow path leading to the beach and thus to the sea that beckoned us.