Still, in my teens, I was hitchhiking in the California/Nevada mountains. Don't recall where I was headed at the time. I was on a very desolate two-lane road. A grizzled hard rock miner had given me a ride to what seemed like the middle of nowhere, where he turned off the paved road to get to his mine.
The landscape was dry and rocky. High altitude desert country. The road was not well-traveled. In the hot afternoon quiet the only sound I heard was the buzzing of a few tiny wild bees, going about their business of pollinating the few desert flowers growing by the road.
I knew the road would lead to civilization eventually so I started walking. Most people drive through the desert as quickly as possible and don't realize the amazing amount of stuff that gets tossed out of passing cars. Along with cigarette butts and food and drink containers and hubcaps, one finds a surprising number of shoes. Mostly kid's shoes but not all.
An elegant looking pair of bright red high heel shoes caught my attention as I walked along. It's rare to see a matching pair of shoes along the road and these shoes didn't look like they'd been tossed from a moving car. They were upright and side by side.
My curiosity was piqued. I walked over to the shoes and noticed they were very large for a woman's shoe. I was a big boy with big feet and these shoes looked like they would fit me. I picked one up and the strangest feeling washed over me.
My fingers stroked the shoe and felt the softness of the leather and the perfect shape of the stiletto heel. An erotic feeling of well being nearly took my breath away. Without any conscious thought, I sat on a rock and removed my tennis shoes and socks and slipped the red shoes onto my feet.
I felt like I was in a trance and it felt good. The shoes seemed to almost be a part of me. Continuing my walk along the lonely highway I felt euphoric and horny too. It felt perfectly natural when I took off my Levi's and underpants and left them lying on the shoulder of the road.
Long before I saw it, I heard a diesel truck, it's engine laboring to bring it up the steep grade. A few minutes later it crept into view. The ugliest truck I'd ever seen. Under a layer of dirt and grease, it may have been painted green but it was hard to tell. I watched it come toward me, black smoke pouring from its exhaust pipes. The windows were so filthy I could barely see the driver as the truck passed me.
A few feet further on, the road crested the hill and the truck pulled off the pavement and stopped. The driver rolled down his window and stared at me as I approached. I didn't feel at all self-conscious even though I was wearing nothing but a shirt and those marvelous red shoes. I walked to the truck and asked the driver for a ride.
He couldn't seem to take his eyes off my long legs and I enjoyed his stare so I turned my back to him and flipped up my shirttail to show him my firm round butt. I gave it a little shake and turned back again. He was actually drooling a little when he agreed to give me a ride.
He told me the truck had to cool off for a while. Licking the spittle off his lips he invited me in. I climbed in and sat down. He was every bit as ugly and grimy as his truck. Not one but two huge hairy moles grew on his face and when he smiled I could see a mouthful of rotting and missing teeth.
He wore a filthy gray T-shirt and khaki pants that hadn't been washed recently either. He was small, mean-looking and quite muscular. He smelled of sweat and diesel fumes. I wanted him badly.
The growing bulge in his pants was all the invitation I needed to take his hand and put it on my thigh that he seemed so entranced with. He gripped my leg so hard I gasped involuntarily. He smiled sadistically at my gasp and ordered me into the tiny sleeping compartment behind the seat.
I quickly took off my shirt and lay back on the bed. He removed his pants and crawled back on top of me. His growing cock was as ugly as his face. Thick with ropy veins and warts. He knelt over me and lowered his sweaty scrotum into my eager mouth. I stroked his cock with one hand while licking and sucking his large hanging balls.
He moved upward and ground his anus into my lips. I needed no encouragement to push my tongue into his hairy butt hole and swirl it around. He reached back and slapped my leg, hard. So I raised both legs to give him better access. If inflicting pain was what turned him on, I was more than eager for it and with every slap, I yelped, 'Yesss,' and, 'harder'.
Finally, he grabbed my ankles and pushed them over my head so my ass was available for him to fuck. He pushed his rock hard cock balls deep into me, with no lube at all. I loved it, every brutal stroke, and pushed back to meet his thrusts as best I could.
All too soon his cock began to spurt jism into my horny ass. I wanted more and hoped fervently that after cumming once, he would fuck me longer and more brutally a second time. He pulled out as abruptly as he'd entered and said he had to pee. I think he was shocked when I asked him to not waste his piss on the ground but to give it to me.
We got out of the truck. He had pulled his pants back on but I was still nude. I got on my knees in front of him and actually felt worshipful while he emptied his bladder into my mouth. I swallowed it all and even sucked out the last drops of his golden elixir.
The next town was his destination. He lived there, in a cheap motel room and asked me to spend the night. I told him I'd stay as long as he wanted me to and that I hoped he'd use my body as if he owned it.
It was evening when we pulled into a truck stop to gas up the truck and eat. With my shirt back on I reveled in the stares of other truckers when my 'owner' marched me through the parking lot and into the diner. I hoped he would whore me out and told him so.
I was titillated by the male attention my long legs were getting while I sat in the diner's booth. I crossed my legs and was on display from the waist down to anyone looking and plenty of guys looked. We left the diner and waking back to the truck I saw several headlights flash on and off.
My owner told me the light flashing was a signal from drivers who wanted sex with me. I got very excited hearing this. I stopped right there in the middle of the parking lot and put my arms around him and ground my body into his. I lifted my shirttail to show my butt to all those watching. 'Sell me,' I groaned. 'I'll do anything for you afterward. Anything,' I repeated.
A thought popped into my head and I told him he could punish me for being bad and the more men I was 'bad' with the more brutal my punishment should be. At that, I felt his cock stiffen and my excitement grew when we turned toward one of the trucks.
The night was a blur of climbing in and out of big trucks and a couple of visits to the nasty truck stop men's room. My ass was fucked repeatedly. My cock sucking and ass eating skills were in demand.
The sun was rising as I made my last strut through the parking lot to face my punishment. I had been very bad and was eager for that sadistic, ugly little man to brutalize me.
He drove me to the motel room he called home and tied me hand and foot, bent over a chair. He stuffed a filthy sock in my mouth and tied it in place. I still had the red shoes on but that was all I wore. He whipped my ass and thighs with his belt until tears ran from my eyes.
When he began to make the tip of the belt snap against my balls, I passed out from the pain. I came to and then he fucked me. I was still tied but the gag had been removed.
My ass felt like it was on fire, from the whipping. I flexed my sphincter and shook my butt from side to side to increase his pleasure. His pace sped up and with a shout, he came, shooting wads of cum deep in my ass.
Leaving me tied to the chair, he left the room. I was very uncomfortable but the pain from the whipping slowly subsided. After what seemed like hours he returned with another man. A heavyset Latino about forty years old, with a strong Mexican accent.
I was untied and allowed to stand up, to my relief. The Latino poked and prodded me like a horse. It was clear I was being sold. My body began to respond to the Mexican's groping and I allowed my fingers to trail up and down his cock. A few more words and the trucker left the room.
I bent and unzipped the Mexican's pants with my teeth. He liked that and grabbed my head. I pulled his underpants to one side and released his hardening cock and took it into my mouth. His cock was uncircumcised and quite thick. My tongue played with his foreskin until he held my head with both hands and fucked my mouth hard and fast.
His cum exploded into my eager throat. I swallowed it all, then licked his cock clean and stood back up. The trucker came back and they concluded their negotiations. Money changed hands but I paid no attention to the amount. I had a new owner.
My shirt had been lost somewhere in the activity of the previous night. I had nothing at all to wear except those red shoes. I was thrilled to be walked from the motel and down the street stark naked, the chubby Latino's arm possessively around my waist. In the high heels, I was more than a foot taller than he was.
We drove south most of the night, making one stop in a rest area where he made me eat his ass and then fucked mine on the tile floor of the men's room. In the morning he rented a motel room and fucked me again. He went out and came back with some breakfast. Donuts and coffee. I was famished and devoured it all. More lovemaking, the man was insatiable and then another trip out. That time he returned with some clothes for me.
He explained we would be crossing the border into Mexico and for that, I was to wear a tee-shirt and blue jeans. Once we were in Mexico he said I was to wear a maid's costume he'd bought. I was delighted when I tried it on. Thigh-high lace top stockings and a tiny apron that covered my cock and left my horny ass completely nude.
I paraded around the room in my maid's costume and loved it when my new owner couldn't keep his hands off me. His touch was an aphrodisiac for me and I playfully pushed him onto the bed and stripped him naked. I made love to him with my hands and tongue for a long time. I made him sit on my face while I reamed out his ass with my tongue.
He finally fucked me and then fell asleep, his cock still in my ass. I wasn't sleepy and decided I was long overdue for a bath. I squirmed out from under him and for the first time since I'd found them I took off both the red shoes.
It was like waking from a dream. Nothing seemed the same or even real. The little fat man on the bed was slightly repellant when I looked at him. I remembered all I'd done the past two nights and days and was shocked by my behavior. I looked at the shoes and the erotic warmth began to come back.
I put the shoes in a paper bag where I couldn't see them. I quickly showered and put on my jeans and T-shirt. I looked in the Mexican's wallet. It was full of bills. I took a $20 and put it in my pocket. Picking up the bag with the shoes I quietly left the motel room.
I was confused, to say the least, and didn't know where to go or what to do. I crossed the street and hid under a bush. In the morning I watched as the Mexican left the room and drove away. I emerged from my hiding spot and stole a bottle of milk off a nearby porch, then returned to my bush.
That night I walked out of town and left the shoes, just as I had found them. Sitting side by side near the road. I went back to the concealing bush for another day. That night I walked back to where I'd left the shoes but they were gone.
I walked to a Greyhound station and bought a bus ticket on the next bus going north. When the $20 was used up I kept hitchhiking until I got to northern California. I stayed there, met and fell in love with a beautiful woman. We married and she promptly made me a cuckold.
I wasn't sexually attracted to any man for the next twenty-five years and the memory of those red shoes rarely crept into my dreams.
