The Ride To The Beach by Ray

Writer: Ray

Subject: The Ride To The Beach

Link: LS666 Comments / 14.02.2023

The Ride To The Beach

I remember when I was twelve year old, I would hitchhike to the beach during the warm summer months, almost every day there was a main road, that would go all the way to the beach about nine miles. I’d be in my little-boy-tight-fitting-bathing-suit. You could see everything. My cute tight-ass. My little boy cock. And my little tennis shoes with no socks. A beach towel. I took no identification with me and I wore a white t-shirt.

When you hitchhike to ride, there’s no telling who was going to pick you up. It could be a man. It could be a woman. It could be a man and a woman. It could be two men. No telling. There was always people telling you you had to be careful —when you’re out hitchhiking — especially at my young age. They always warn me to be careful when you climbed into a car with a stranger.

Little did they know, that I spent a lot of time in cars with strangers anyway. There were two men that I had picked me up before. And one woman. Now they would sort of wait for no traffic to go by then they pull over and ask me if I wanted a ride. The woman was probably my mom’s age. She had nice tits, tan legs, and when I got in, she asked me where am I going.  I would tell her the name of the beach that I was heading to the first time she picked me up.

It was pretty normal. No big deal. And we just chit-chatted. She asked me what school I went to. How old I was. She even warned me to be careful. By the time she picked me up (for the third time), on this occasion she was wearing a skirt and her blouse was opened. You could see how big her tits were. And she made it, where her skirt slid up and you could see her ripe pussy.

It made my little cock hard. She could see it. She drove us to a place where there were a lot of abandoned buildings. It seems to be the place that all the pedophiles went. She took me into one of the abandoned buildings. She would pull around back. She’d have me stand up in the front seat of her car, and kind of, bend over while sliding my pants down, so she could suck my little cock.

She would let me suck on her titties. She pulled her skirt up, so I can rub her pussy. She’d suck on me, while I would play with her nipples and suck on them like my mommy. Then she would take me down and drop me off at the beach.

Sometimes the men would pick me up in their car. The guy had lots of pornographic magazines that showed men with little boys. He said, while we’re riding if I wanted to look at the pictures. I did. And again it would make my little cock hard. He would put his hand on my leg, while I was looking at the pictures in the magazine. There were big men with hard cocks; with young boys on their knees, licking their cocks.

My cock would get so hard. He would slide his hand up my leg, putting his hand under my little shorts and play with my little hard cock. It felt so good. He would take me over by the abandoned buildings and pull around back and park. It seems like everybody that was a pedophile knew about this place.

I stripped down. He slide his pants down and I’d go to work on his cock — licking it like a lollipop — tasting all the precum; taking in both my hands; and jerking it up and down. All I wanted to do was get the reward — it didn’t take long — he was so fucking horny, he shot his wad right down my little throat. I used to love the taste of that. Yummy.

Then another man sometime would pick me up. He just take me right down to the abandoned buildings. He was a little bit more abusive. Sometimes, he’d hit me, smacking my ass — even smacking across the face — he’d whip me with his cock; and yell at me; and tell me to suck him off. He was a black man. He was the one who like to fuck my little pussy.

Of all the people who pick me up, which was really only three that were sexually perverted, the black man was the most fun. I kind of liked him hurting me and I like playing with his big cock. It had big veins on it. It had kind of a purplish blackhead. He had kinky hair down by his balls. And when he shot cum, it was much more than the other man. I couldn’t swallow all of it. He liked my little tight ass. It got so wet, when he rammed his fucking black cock up me.

I love hitchhiking during the summer months. I was the perfect little fuck for these people. I’m sure there might have been some other little boys they picked up. They never said. I know, I never had to wait long to get a ride to the beach. Hail Satan. Hail Lilith.