By JonH

"So do you live around here?"

"No."

"So I'm taking you home then?"

He didn't answer. Despite my back peddling and attempts to carry on a regular conversation he was angry at me. It was stupid, touching his leg earlier, the only reason the fist he raised didn't connect with my face was because of the distance we still had to travel and he didn't want to walk.

Looking quickly at the back of his neck I noticed the tenseness in his dark brown skin. Staring at the road ahead I tapped my thumb on the wheel. I wondered what background he was. There was a trace of an accent - South American of some kind.

I'd picked him up an hour ago. I travel alot and as a rule never pick up hitch hikers but I saw him as I turned onto the freeway and he had a hard, rough look about him and so I picked him up. He seemed pissed about something - from the size of his back pack I got the feeling he wasn't planning to return in a hurry - so hitting on him hadn't helped the mood at all.

Hot wind blew through the car from our open windows. The awkward silence we fell into had me regretting ever picking him up.

"Pull over." He looked at me like he was daring me not to stop.

"Here!? Where miles from...." His eyes narrowed.

"I gotta piss."

It must've shown in my eyes. Letting out a low disgusted laugh he shook his head. "So you like that do you? Me pissing."

"No...I was...". Best I keep quite. Slowing the car I pulled onto a large strip of gravel and dry mud. The car stopped, he made no move to get out. Then fixing me with his eyes said "for 50 you can watch me piss."

Lust and guilt had me reaching for my wallet.

"C'mon, I'm bustin'." And he gets out of the car after pocketing the note.

Walking through undergrowth we came to a clearing.

"I am sorry about touching your leg before."

"Are you." He says in almost a mocking tone.

Looking at me with the same mixture of anger and curiosity he fumbled with his jeans zipper then pulled out a small uncut dick. Covering most of it with his hand I saw a small squirt of piss land in the dust then stop.

"Wait." He mumbled. "Lie on the ground."

My cock moved in my trousers but I wasn't sure what to make of this. "It's OK I can see from..." He came right up to my face in a flash, his fist raised and teeth gritted. "Lie on the fuckin' ground or I start!!" His hot breath stank of stale cigarettes as he bobbed his fist up and down to make a point.

Lying on the dry mud my car keys painfully dug into my ass. He straddled my body with feet either side of my chest. Looking up at firm ass encased in jeans I felt my dick stiffen further and reached for it.

"Don't!" He said when he saw my hand.

Unzipping his fly I heard the clack of his belt. Pulling his jeans and boxers down they rested across my chest.

I could see his dark heavy balls between his legs, the round curves of his smooth ass and a glimpse of his uncut cock as he held it. A stream of yellow piss suddenly erupted from him and thudded onto my stomach, soaking my shirt I felt droplets of urine run under my body and pool under my back.

He farted. The piss continued in a torrent and as he waived it across my body. Another loud dry fart and he started to lower his hips. His arse cheeks opened, his almost hairless crack widened and I watched as his ring puckered out - another fart - he ass lips convulsed then began to open. Squatting above me a foot from my face his puckered ass lips opened, a point of dry shit protruding, another loud fart. He's taking a dump! Bearing down he pushed the dark turd free of his bowels until it slammed against my clamped lips stinking and foul, he pushed out more of the log and lowered himself to four inches from my face so it squashed hard against my lips and began to bunch up and push into his ass crack. Finally the tip slipped from my lips sending the log rolling across my face onto the ground silently.

Sending the last spurts of his piss into my crotch he lifted his leg and stood next to me sticking out his ass holding one cheek. "You got somethin' to wipe with?" Not even thinking. Stunned. I reached into my pocket and threw him my hankie. Wiping his arse clean with it he threw it onto my piss wet chest. Covered in his shit I slowly managed to fold it enough to find a clean bit then still flat on the ground wiped my face.