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I even doubted Id have enough to find a place to sleep, buy food let alone use the public transport. Unfortunately, that left me hitchhiking most of the way, which despite carrying inherent risk, also meant relying on the kindness of strangers, of which is in very short supply these days. This meant that my progress would be painstakingly slow. I had been on the side of this road now for 5 hours, with no success, notwithstanding it had been raining for 3 of those 5 hours. I would have left, but I had nowhere to go, I was stuck here until someone took pity on me. Suddenly, I began to hear the sound of a car in the distance. Looking up, I saw it emerging through the sheets of rain down the road, I stuck my thumb out, but the car shot past without slowing down for a second. I sighed and slumped down to sit on my bag. I started to cry harder now. I was so immersed in my own misery that I didnt notice a second car slow to a crawl in front of me. I only registered it was there when I heard. We stood there for a few moments in awkward silence until I finally said something. "Jason, can I tell you something kind of embarrassing?" "Err, sure Troian." He said uncertainly. "Well, umm, I've never had an orgasm." I finally blurted out. Jason stared at me and I could see a his lips start to curl up into a smile. I thought I had fucked up by telling him that. "Haha! That's nothing really to be embarrassed about." He said caringly. "It's not?" I was confused. "Nah, it's totally normal!" He reassured me, "I only had mine about a month ago." "So it's just a normal thing?" "Totally Troain! We just have to fix it." He said deviously. He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He started kissing me and I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. He hooked his thumbs around the waistband of my shorts and underwear, and pulled them down and my throbbing cock sprang to life. He grabbed it with his cold hands and it sent shivers down my spine. He got down on his.
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