Eldergays, tell me about hitchhiking. Did you ever do it? Know anyone who did? Any amazing or scary stories?

Where I grew up there was no public transportation. To get anywhere i would hitchhike. I have no great stories other than losing my virginity at age 15 to a man who had given me a ride. Hitchhiking was very common in Texas then.

Ass or grass.

I think you buried the lede--or something--on that one, R1!

I hope this thread gets Nifty.

I used to pick up hitch hikers all the time. I only stopped when I read the book about serial killer Randy Kraft, who apparently killed about 60 guys he picked up ....most of them Marines.

Eldergays, how did you fix a flat on a wagon wheel?

I hitch hiked across parts of Canada and Europe and Israel. It was common for students to do that. I remember hitching from Canada to NYC and. not getting a ride. A friendly farmer let me sleep in his farm. I didn't have any bad expweriemces bu never hitchhiked alone or at night. I want a hippie usually pi

It's hard to imagine a time when hitchhiking was viewed as safe and efficient. But it was.

Oops I was a hippie picked up by other hippies. This was the early 70s and by the time I left college, I stopped.

Read a gay sociology book about how guys might “meet” hitchhiking. So I picked up a hitchhiker. He rode with me until the place he initially said he’d get out. He got out.

Then I freaked out that he could have killed me and no one would’ve known.

But he was handsome.

Very dangerous, hitchhiking, both for the the driver and the hitchhiker. Gregg Allman's father was killed by a hitchhiker he'd picked up. Dick Hickock and Perry Smith, the In Cold Blood killers, almost killed a man who had picked them up; the only thing that stopped them was the man stopping to pick up another hitchhiker. And of course there are God knows how many people who have gotten killed by getting into a car with a total stranger. Hitchhiking is taking a very big risk with your life.

I didn't hitchhike very often, but I always got a (safe, boring) ride when I did. I used to give rides, too, usually out of an instinct to protect a vulnerable person. This was back in the 80s. I wouldn't do it, now, and I knew it was risky back then.

In 1978 I hitch hiked to Florida and back on spring break. Never got molested or threatened once. My experience was very safe.

r1 Sounds very sexy!

Anymore sexy tales from your or your friends and acquaintances hitchhiking days to share please?

[quote]Eldergays, how did you fix a flat on a wagon wheel?

We didn't, r6. Each wagon train had an idiot such as yourself whose only function was to fix the flats and wipe our asses.

A friend of mine hit a deer once. This was way before cell phones. Probably 1987. I hitchhiked for help. A trucker picked me up and took me to a pay phone. Nice guy. Not bad looking. We fooled around waiting for Triple A. Not a bad experience at all.

R11 that is scary

I used to hitchhike in High School. I went to a military boarding school and it was in the sticks. To get to the nearest city meant hitchhiking. I would wear my uniform and get a ride quickly. Nothing interesting ever happened.

In the 60s, it was quite common to see servicemen on leave in uniform hitchhiking on the side of the highway. When we were on family trips, it really bugged my father that the car was full so he couldn't pick them up.

I wonder. Clearly, there were killers out there, but as a percentage of experiences, was it really so dangerous? More dangerous than Grindr or Craig’s List?

R20 on Grindr you don't have to meet a total stranger right away or in a private space. You can communicate for as long as you both want and then safely meet in public. With hitchhiking, you have no idea who you're picking up or whose car you're getting into.

Gas, grass, or ass.

I picked up the occasional hitchhiker IN TOWN. I'd give them rides to campus or whatever direction I was going.

I never picked up anyone on the highway. I wasn't interested in having company for a long trip.

My father told me he & his friends hitchhiked everywhere as teenagers in WWII-era Los Angeles. That’s how he got to school (4 mi) most days.

There simply weren’t as many cars & public transit busses on the roads, due to defense manufacturing & gas/rubber rationing. He said it was basically considered one’s patriotic duty to offer rides to hitchhikers headed in your direction. You were supporting the war effort, the common good. Everyone did it and nothing weird/bad happened (that my father knew of).

Famous driver: actor Fred MacMurray picked him up one morning & drove him to Uni High (while on his way to Brentwood). Dad was pretty star-struck. It was just a few months after DOUBLE INDEMNITY — which my father loved so much, he’d seen it twice — had been released.

My father talked about hitchhiking as an enlisted man in the military. I vaguely remember him returning the favor on our way to and from the cottage. One time he joked about how the braless young women usually had a male companion turn up out of nowhere and hop in with her.

Unthinkable.

I think I wrote about this before: 1979 Key West to N.Y.= 11 rides, 9 to get off the keys. Ride number 2 Big Pine key- A big, shiny, white Cadillac, with white leather interior. A fat, mafioso who moved his gun so I could sit down. He then started talking about being bisexual, I got nervous and started to talk about my girlfriend, he dropped me off quickly. Ride 7- Miami to West Palm, a HOT drunk Cuban, in a pick-up truck taking dead pets to a crematorium. I regret not having sex with him, but I was still freaked out about ride number 2. Also, drunk! Scary.

Ok Ride 11- FL/GA state line to the Holland Tunnel. 3 stereotypical , central casting type, mountain men from Vermont, driving an old station wagon they bought for 100 dollars that had been in a swamp. I It had to be PUSHED to start, so they needed some extra help. Also, the headlights were high beam only. The Alpha was a HOT as hell, muscular, hairy blond guy, tanned from FL. His boy was a pretty, 20 year old chicken, the 3rd was the fat, funny friend. All had long hair and were good natured. Lot's of laughs, until we got to South Carolina. Another driver got pissed about the high beams and the shitty, slow car, they started tailgating/playing games for a few minutes before speeding off. Ok- 20 miles later we get to a rest area and the car was there- 2 Pimply teenagers and the 9 year old kid brother.

The Alpha gets out a tire iron and starts busting the windows and chasing the guys, the 9 year old runs behind a bush, the 2 kids get in the car and race away. The Alpha, picks up the phone and calmly calls the police, describes how the other driver was playing chicken and how he had to defend himself from them at the rest area!! And then gave them the license number! Brilliant. Cops say OK , as we're pushing the car to get it started, I see the kid, still behind the bush!

They picked up every hitchhiker they saw, I'll never forget the fat friend screaming " Look at that crazy nword over there! Let's pick him up!" and we did. A marine going to Quantico. We stopped for food and they bought me a hamburger. I was so touched, I ate it, even though I'm vegetarian. Very kind hearted men. They got off the NJ Turnpike to take me to the train station to NY.

Never again.

r23 Did you get intimate with any of them or did any seem willing to get intimate in exchange for a lift?

I hitchhiked 3 times in my life: once in 2000, another around 2004, and another in 2006. The only one that truly didn't feel dangerous was the first. The other two... Well, maybe the last one wasn't. But the second put me off hitchhiking forever (even though I still did it once more after that).

Wait, actually I hitchhiked twice in 2000. Once in England and once in France. So four times total.

Dick Van Patten & Charlene Tilton gave riveting performances.

I recall some awful movie called "Even Cowgirls Get The Blues" where Uma Thurman played a girl who was considered an expert hitchhiker because of her enormous, deformed thumbs. Like I said, it was a awful movie.

Back in the '70s, when I was in my late teens, my car broke down about 40 miles from home and there was no public transport. I stood along the freeway onramp and stuck out my thumb. A newer VW van stopped and I got in. A VERY hot daddy type about 45 was driving. This was in the days when you didn't just immediately cop to your sexuality if you were gay. We did a verbal tango, but it took the entire ride to determine that yeah, we were possibly interested in sex with other guys. He gave me his number. About a week later I called and he invited me to his house, which was a couple of miles from mine. We sat out by his pool. We had a couple of alcoholic drinks. He invited me indoors and we fucked like rabbits in heat. Sorry the story isn't more interesting, but that was my only hitchhiking experience.

[quote]r19 In the 60s, it was quite common to see servicemen on leave in uniform hitchhiking on the side of the highway. When we were on family trips, it really bugged my father that the car was full so he couldn't pick them up.

Your father was a whore.

It’s still common in non-urban areas of Canada. There was an old woman with health issues that I gave rides to, It was raining heavily one night when I pulled over on the highway. She got in and said pretty much nothing other than a muttered thanks. Five minutes down the road, I realized it was a scary looking younger woman, not the old woman. I dumped her off at the next lit highway lights, said she wasn’t who I thought she was and she just booted it out of the car. I got off lucky.

R28 can you elaborate how it felt dangerous? what were your drivers like?

R26 that's quite a story but how did you get home? plane?

I had an 11 1/2 year relationship with a guy I picked up hitchhiking.

I propositioned him within the first five minutes and because we were halfway in between my house and where he was going we ended up going to a friend of mine‘s house and parking in his carport and doing it in the car. My friend was a schoolteacher and at work at the time.

I attended college in Boston in the early 1970s.

The streets in Kenmore Square near Boston University always had college students hitchhiking.

I hitchhiked one time in my life. I was pulled over by a cop for drunk driving and was told to leave my car and find my own way home. I didn’t get any ticket. I put my thumb out and an Arab man in a van carrying carpets in the back immediately and miraculously stopped and took me home. I’ve had many, many charmed occurrences in my life with God watching over me.

The last time I hitched was a lesson. A couple of guys pick me and my friend up. We didn't realize they were high until a few seconds into the ride. They were also driving a car they just just stolen. It gets worse. It's mid day and they procede onto the freeway and do 110-125 mph, carelessly weaving around. Shitting my pants in the back seat, I let them know I am about to vomit and begun choke-hacking like I'm gonna hurl any second. They pulled over on the side of the freeway and dumped us. Never hitched again.

My older brother talks about hitchhiking during transit strikes.

So how’d you get where you were going from there?

R36 A guy gave me an airline ticket a return, he wasn't going to use, not in my name. At that time, you didn't even need ID to get on the plane. I seem to remember the flight went from NY to Mia to Marathon to Key West.

The reason you're not hearing more sex stories is that hitchhiking is dirty and scary and poor and desperate. Not hot. In the porn version of my story, I sucked off the mafia guy and got fucked by the Cuban and had a 3 way with the Alpha and boy. I was an 18 yo "chicken" myself. Pron is not real life. Yep, lucky to be alive.

Use to hitchhike every day in after high school to my house so I could save bus fare and buy candy or cigarettes with it, only once some guy picked me up and keep rubbing his cock throughout the drive and I had him drop me off a block after my house.

Not exactly a hitchhiking situation, but some 20 years ago when I was still at university, I was night driving across multiple states on Christmas Eve, in a thick blizzard, to go visit my parents for the holidays. I stopped off the freeway to refuel at a gas station/mini-mart along the way, and the big, illuminated thermometer there indicated that the temperature was -22 F. After walking up to the door of the mini-mart, I was disgruntled to find that it was closed. I would have to drive another 45 minutes or so until I could pull off the interstate and try the next one.

An old car was parked in front of the mini-mart, and there was an elderly man sitting inside it with his face in his hands. Walking back to my car, I decided to step up to his car and knock on the window. He rolled it down a bit, sobbing, and I asked him if he was OK or if he needed anything.

He said he'd been stuck there for more than an hour because his car died, he had no idea what was wrong with it and had no way to ask for help. He was trying to get to his daughter's place which was about a five-hour drive north. He was shivering and his teeth were chattering as he talked. I was unable to call anyone for him because I didn't yet own a cell phone, but I offered to take him as far as I was going, which was about four and a half hours in the same direction, and then he could call a family member to pick him up from there. He was encouraged by this, and so we set off.

He introduced himself as Ed. We managed to make it to the next service station, and I filled up the tank while he used the payphone to call his daughter and ask her to drive down to meet him at the location where I was going to be dropping him off in a few hours.

Over the course of the journey, we chatted about his family, a bit about my studies, his years in the military, current events and politics. I was a bit uneasy, as I started sensing that he was pretty right-wing and also quite religious. I tried to change the subject a number of times, but he didn't get the hint. So, I just tried to tune him out.

His apparent racial bigotry and prejudices started coming to the surface. I thought, my hell, had I an inkling of any of this, I'd have left him at the service station. I knew that at any moment, he'd bring up The Gays.

Sure enough, he did. He went on about The Gays for a good ten minutes. I don't even remember now what he was grumbling about in particular except that it was religious in nature, and he used the words "dirty homosexuals" at least once before I interrupted him to ask him to watch out for any deer that might be approaching the highway.

I pulled off the Interstate at the exit for my parents' town and reminded him that this is where we agreed the ride would end. We pulled up to a 24-hour cafe, and I shut off the engine. He thanked me profusely for the ride and for not leaving him back there in the sub-zero temps to freeze. I said no problem, that I would hope someone would help me out if I were ever in that situation.

But before I unlocked the car and bid him goodbye, I decided it was important to speak up. I told him that when his daughter arrives, he should be sure to tell her that he made it home for Christmas thanks to a *GASP* homosexual who had the compassion not only to pull him out of a shitty (and potentially deadly) situation but to tolerate his appalling and bigoted monologue the whole way so that he could be with his family again. I unlocked the car, and he stepped out and turned around, slack-jawed and tongue-tied. I finished up with a cheery, "Merry Christmas, Ed," winked at him, and drove off.

R45 Ed must be my father’s long lost twin brother.

A friend of mine, Nathan, gave my dad a lift home from the grocery store when dad’s mini-van died on him.

Nathan said he had the radio down low and before my dad even thanked him for the ride he said “I don’t like that kind of music turn it off”.

Then my dad got really upset when Nathan wouldn’t turn the station to Rush Limbaugh‘s program.

I told Nathan he should’ve stop the car and told my dad to get out and walk.

[quote]R37 I had an 11 1/2 year relationship with a guy I picked up hitchhiking... we ended up going to a friend of mine‘s house and parking in his carport and doing it in the car.

The anniversary toasts must have not left a dry eye in the house.

R43 I appreciate your realistic experience. I find the whole era fascinating because it's not something at least in the US that most people would do today.

R45 you're a good man. I don't know if I could have tolerated a racist and bigot like that even if his car broke down. The nerve of these right winger to expect all other white men share their views

When I was in high school, I would hitch hike all the time. Several times the men who picked me up had sex with me too. I never initiated it. They did. I once hitchhiked with a (male) friend from Phoenix to San Francisco. It took us three days! (It's about a 12 hour drive.) The last driver lived in San Francisco, and she gave us a driving tour of the city when we first got into town. And I once hitchhiked with another friend (a female) from San Francisco to Los Angeles. We wanted to go to the beach when we were there, so our last driver who was obviously wealthy took us to Malibu and on the way he stopped off at a liquor store and gave us a bottle of wine to drink at the beach. This was in the early 1970s.

Hitchhiked all over (western) Europe in the 70s-80s, several long trips, and New Zealand in the 90s. Got picked up by all kinds of people: elderly couples, single women, families, but mostly guys and of the guys, mostly truck drivers. Had a few dodgy rides that could’ve gone bad but didn’t. I was grateful for all my lifts and loved the feeling of waking up each morning free to go anywhere. Stayed mostly on the B and C roads, not autoroutes/autobahns. Small towns and villages, not big cities. Carried a yellow legal pad (!) and marker to make signs and had a Kummerly & Frey (sp) map book. Stayed in hostels which were everywhere back then. It was a great life. Sigh.

R50 can you describe the more dodgy rides?

Nothing salacious r51. A weird one was leaving the Black Forest area in Germany. Not on a major road and not much traffic. Winter, snow everywhere. Got picked up by a US military guy who said he was on his way to visit a friend so, not a long ride, probably to the next town. Still, a warm car and Armed Forces Radio to hear the news (this is way before internet) and nice to speak English with another American—Hadn’t met one in a couple months and I was a little homesick. So we were chatting and then after about 20 minutes, he says “this is where I’m turning off”. We were between villages, it was all fields and trees and one road branching off to the left. Okay, no problem, I got out of the car and went to stand on the (main) road and he drove down the side road. Then I noticed a sign that said the side road was actually just leading to a cemetery. Ooookaaay. And after two or three minutes, he came back along the road, gave me a sheepish little wave and went back the way we came. So what was that all about? I think I dodged a bullet there. I’m a woman, btw.

R52 wow did you ever let some cars pass by that you thought were a bit suspect, especially being a woman? Or you took any ride?

Given the number of you who had sex with guys who picked up up hitchhiking, was it sort of a gay thing similar to hanging out in men's rooms?

I have an off the wall one. I had two good friends growing up and senior year after graduation they planned to drive to California for a summer trip. I always thought I was included but it soon became clear they didn't want me to go. They said the care was just a small car and they really wanted it to just be them since they were both enlisting after the trip. My feelings were hurt but fine, it was what it was. Cut to them coming back and We are hanging out so I can hear all about the trip they took without me. They are going on and on about a hitchhiker they picked up soon after they left. A guy from Germany named Hans. Hans was with them the whole trip, stayed with them in CA and they drove him back to Indiana so he could fly home. I listen patiently while they tell me about how much fun they had with Hans. When they are done I started. "So you told me I couldn't go with you beacuse the car was too small, then you literally pick up a random stranger an hour outside of town and travel cross country with him. You are sitting here telling me you would rather spend time with a complete stranger than me, Fuck you both," and I left. Never went to see them again. One of them was my neighbor and I just ignored him for the two weeks until he left for basic. His mom came over to talk to me before he left to tell me how sorry he was. I told her the same thing I told him. There was no apology needed, I got the message loud and clear.

We knew a fabulous Jewish eldersister who used to pick up young 'hitchhikers' on santa monica blvd. in WeHo in 1979. One number got in the car and immediately said "I want $50", to which eldersister replied "Nobody asked you what you want, Get out!" And that was that!

When I was 17/18 I was working as a busboy in a restaurant. I'd normally take the bus home, but sometimes I'd have to stay for late parties or to help with the late-night crowd. I don't know why it would have, but I thought it embarrassing to take a taxi. So I'd walk. And after a hard night I started hitching, down one busy street and out another to get dropped off a block from my house. I don't recall anybody hitting on me -- I was in Buffalo, a working class city where everyone had crazy hours and everyone fell on hard times now and then. You just helped people out. I will say that now, about 50 years later, I probably would have been oblivious to hints or pickup lines anyway.

That said, I never felt in danger and I never got a lecture from my parents as I'd tell them a friend or coworker gave me a ride. And then I'd get up and go to school. Crazy.

Used to do it all the time in the 80s and 90s. Grew up poor in a rural area and we only had one car, which my dad used for work. Had to walk/bike/hitch if I wanted to go somewhere. Town was about an hour and a half walk. Since it was a rural area, most of the people that picked me up knew who I was/where from. There was one guy I didn't know, said he was a salesman passing through. I've always had a good gaydar and after some glances, I ended up blowing him in his Honda Accord. Can trace my suit fetish straight back to him. He was the only one I ever hitched and hooked up with.

No one I knew made a pass at me, though I remember one time telling my dad who gave me a ride back home and all he said was "be careful with that one."

[quote]We knew a fabulous Jewish eldersister who used to pick up young 'hitchhikers' on santa monica blvd. in WeHo in 1979. One number got in the car and immediately said "I want $50", to which eldersister replied "Nobody asked you what you want, Get out!" And that was that!

Santa Monica Blvd in WeHo in 70s and 80s and 90s was ground zero for picking up male prostitutes. Especially in the area around La Brea. The $50 was the price for his services.

No, r53 I don’t remember passing up any cars. Although I was warned once (by a driver) in NZ not to get into black cars that had all chrome (like door handles) blacked out because those were “gang cars”. Mind you, in NZ you could hitch while carrying a surfboard or with a large dog and you’d still get lifts. People would regularly invite you home, just amazingly friendly.

Only once did I have to jump out of a car, the guy was very persistent that we go to his place. It was (as usual) on a minor road and at the start of the French midday meal which meant all traffic came to a stand still for two hours. I was equal parts mad and spooked and got out the Swiss Army knife (!) I was carrying before I got into the next car (after a long wait). I thought I had it concealed in my hand but the driver saw it and started yelling at me—and he was a cop. So I tearfully explained in my very bad French about the previous driver and that was that.

None of this turned me off hitching though. 99% of the people I met were absolutely great. I felt very fortunate. Like I said, this was decades ago. Was the world safer then? I don’t think so, we just didn’t hear about the bad stuff every day. Now when I go I take local busses or the train. I don’t see so many hitchhikers.

General Jim Mattis hitchhiked around the West starting when he was 13 years old --- with his parents' permission. This began in 1963. The first time he did it, his mom drove him to the nearest highway and dropped him off. He was gone for months.

I’ve just been reading about serial killers of the 60s through 90s. They often got their prey via hitchhiking, both as hitchhikers and as by picking them up.

R61 omg that's insane!

R62 not surprising

R61 General Mattis talks about it in interviews and also writes about it in Call Sign Chaos. When he was in his mid-teens, he was being beaten up by three guys in some town and the sheriff intervened. Put him in jail for the night, then drove him to the edge of town the next morning, and told him to never come back. He earned money picking fruit and vegetables. Whenever Mattis talks or writes about his summers on the road, he always adds a caveat about how times were different then...

^^Oops that's for R63!

R26, has you anus recovered?

R64 so Mattis was getting beaten up by guys who picked him up but he was the one who got in trouble for it?

It's how I had a brief sexual encounter with a Cuban architect

[quote]A marine going to Quantico.

R26 There's always a Marine (sigh)

R67 No, he wasn't jailed because he caused trouble; he was jailed for his protection. Mattis' story is that the guys were trying to steal his money and he was fighting them off. The sheriff rescued him by taking him to jail and then drove him out of the city. He admits he was an underage drinker and this episode started in a bar. We can infer anything. My own thoughts: he was adventurous and experimenting. His sexuality has been in question for years (never married, one long-term male live-in friendship) but never held him back from a stellar career in the military.

I'm around the same age as Mattis, and hitchhiking was an easy way to encounter men who might want to suck my cock. I started when I was 15 or 16. It was truly random: I'd plunk myself down on a particular street or freeway/turnpike entrance, and whoever drove by drove by.

A number of them wanted to chow down on my soon-to-be-erect penis. The first time I came in someone's mouth, it belonged to a guy who had picked me up on a main drag in my home town. He was "straight": there was a baby seat in the back seat of his car.

I did not often feel like reciprocating, but that was understood. They were invariably older, as I was too young to drive. When I went to college, I soon discovered the two main streets that went through campus had gay pickup spots. If I wanted a blow job, I stuck out my thumb and got a ride to the next neighborhood. When I got my first apartment, it was in that neighborhood, so I hitched a lot. The guys were often close in age, and mutually suckable.

As someone quoted Mattis upthread, times were different (mid '60s-early '70s). It was good to have a penis.

Hitchhiking was illegal in many places in the US back then. You could be arrested for vagrancy.

Just ask Randy Kraft, he's still alive and probably very bored in prison.

The early 70's were one thing - more than once I hitched rides to and from Vermont, the Berkshires, and Maine from Boston - and never had any issues or, sadly I guess, any blowjobs.

But if I were a teenager again, I wouldn't do it. I did pick up a Marine hitchhiking near Pendleton once in my 30's, but he came back to the US Grant in SD with me and spent the night. Hot kid.

R71 Your memory of that time sort of reinforces the theory that Mattis may have been experimenting during that time and was smart enough not to do it in his hometown. There was a DL thread awhile back about his sexual orientation and a couple posters claimed to have seen him naked -- one in a high school locker room, the other at a Marine barracks. They both said he had a slim body and donkey dong.

while hitch hiking in LA in the summer of 69, i was picked up by an actor from knots landing, the owner of JAX boutiques, and more....it was a way of getting around, many did it....good way to make $ too.

i used to hitch from houston to dallas to go home from college, truck drivers usually pickd me up. i had $ for a bus or train, but was fun to meet folks, once some hot college jocks picked me up, they were real friendly, all wanted blow jobs....i was goin home for my dads funeral.

I did it once. About 30 or so years ago in Saugatuck. I found myself in the back of a pick-up truck with a dog. We promised to keep in touch as I was being dropped off, but that would be our last contact.

What, the dog didn't write you? What a jerk.

The ones who picked me up and wanted to have sex I wasn't into (but I did it anyway) and the ones who picked me up that I liked weren't into me (dammit). I was surprised (back in the early 70s) that so many woman would stop for a teenage boy like me. I hitched back and forth from coast to coast with about two bucks in my pocket. It's kind of sad that this hitchhiking culture has gone out of practice because I loved the adventure of it. Living on Long Island, I never would have seen some of the places I saw had I not taken the risk (which didn't seem risky at all to me back then).

i left my bag with many goodies in a car decades ago when hitchin in hwood. still pissd over it

so was it mostly safe to do it back then? I know of course there were a bunch of sexual predators and murders but a lot of mostly positive experiences in this thread. I was born in the mid 80s and my parents would always mention how dangerous it was when we saw someone trying to hitchhike in the early/mid 90s

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"so was it mostly safe to do it back then?"

No, it wasn't safe. Hitchhikers were murdered or just disappeared, or were beaten up for being hippies or jailed for vagrancy or whatever.

But the young people of the sixties and seventies did it anyway. Maybe they were just willing to take more risks than today's youngsters, maybe they were being idiotic, maybe they were too stoned to care.

R83 I bet you are fun at parties.

R68 More details, please.

My dad picked up a young male hitchhiker and proceeded to lecture him about how dangerous it is! My brothers and I thought it was funny. Dad was a marine, lawyer judge

R86 Your dad was a US Marine, a lawyer, and a judge? What a trifecta...I wish I'd known him.

R86, I knew a guy who'd do that, back in the seventies. He was about 30, straight, married, and nice, and he'd pick up girl hitchhikers and lecture them about how dangerous hitchhiking was until he dropped them off. He knew that picking up hitchers wasn't completely safe either, even then there were psychos out there, but he said he felt obligated to give the girls a safe ride.

Like I said, it was never safe.

It felt safe enough in Europe though.

Yes r86 he is 89 yrs old now in AZ! I remember he asked the kid where he slept as the guy was traveling I think back to WA from CA. I recall he slept at rest areas and dad said “all they need is a 2 by 4 to kill you.” My dad felt discouraged I think as the kid said he was going to hitchhike to FL next!

I'm female, so my stories won't interest you, but I h/hiked across the country 2x and around my area lots of times. Had to put out a couple of times but was never abused in any way. I was young and carefree; I enjoyed the rides and didn't mind the sex.

When was this r91?

R84, kids really were either stupider or more adventurous in those days. I mean, I hung out with the school nerds in high school in the seventies, and once these dorky "good kids" were old enough to have driver's lisences and junker cars, they would do things like go camping on weekends without adult supervision (even pairs or small groups of girls), walk to school without an escort from kindergarten on, take weekend-long bike trips and sleep on the beach, and yes, hitchhike.

Although hitchhiking was generally regarded as risky enough to be borderline stupid, even by kids who weren't sheltered like kids are today. No, 18 year old football players insist their mothers drive them to school, because they think pedos will snatch them off the street if they ever walk to school alone.

This kid picked me so I could get to work. He was acting really nervous the whole way there, until we got a couple of blocks away. Then he started talking. We got there, I opened the door and he said "I want to suck your cock!" I wasn't sure if he was a minor, so I got out.

This kid picked me so I could get to work. He was acting really nervous the whole way there, until we got a couple of blocks away. Then he started talking. We got there, I opened the door and he said "I want to suck your cock!" I wasn't sure if he was a minor, so I got out.

R91, It was the 70s. I knew I was lesbian, but ass was currency and "paid" when I had to.

Reading comments 61 and further about Mattis's adventures hitchhiking and knowing how he turned out, I'm curious about how some of you developed as adults.

I did not join the military, r97. Thankfully, I had a college deferment and my draft number was over 300.

r71

Here's a list of killers who picked up hitchhikers and tortured/killed them:

Randy Kraft

Edmund Kemper

Donald Henry Gaskins

Patrick Kearney

Francis Wark

William Bonin

Lawrence Bittaker and Roy Norris

Santa Rosa Hitchhiker Murders (remains unsolved)

I’m sure hitchhiking murders were statistically rare, given the millions of rides people took per year back then, but the Swedish hitchhikers story from 1983 creeps me out.

Thanks for that, R100. It was interesting. Many people warned them not to hitchhike. They chose to and they lost.

Early 1970's I was in college in the Midwest and hitchhiking was common. It was the whole anti-war / Woodstock / Watergate / Women's Rights / "free love" era and just an amazing time to be an out 20 year old college student away from home for the first time. Backpack and a thumb was all you needed to see the world. I have great memories of hitchhiking across Europe for 10 weeks with just $200 in American Express traveler checks in my pocket. Worse thing that happened to me was getting crabs from a soldier on leave in Italy. I couldn't speak the language and couldn't / wouldn't ask for what I needed at the pharmacy so I bought a fingernail brush and scrubbed away for weeks until I got rid of them.

I had friend who drove a lot from the NW to Sacramento to see family, he said almost all the female hitchhikers he picked up we’re hookers. Another guy told me on Vancouver island a female hitchhiker was a hooker and offered him a discount...he declined.

Ha r102, I wasn’t going to hitchhike in Italy. Just walking on the street was hassle enough. Plus it was winter. I got a train pass which was different than the time-limited Eurail pass. The Italian one was valid for a certain number of kilometers. The ticket agent would subtract the number of km and write it in the booklet when you asked for a ticket.

Put this thread on my watcher and forgot about it. It's amazing to me that people were still hitchhiking during the early Aughts. I'm pretty sure the last time I saw a hitchhiker was in the early 80s. Then again I was in California where serial killers roamed in those days.

I've only ever picked someone in circumstances similar to the poster upthread who saved the racist old guy from freezing. I was driving home from work late at night in Chicago in the mid 2000s. I noticed a slightly disheveled older middle aged man who was pulling a suit case on wheels who looked lost and confused, squinting up at street signs. The area was OK, but could get a little dicey several blocks to the east on Clark.

I was curious enough to drive around the block. He was still there looking perplexed as ever. I pulled over and asked if he was lost. It became immediately obvious that he was legally blind (thick glasses and he confirmed it) and mildly developmentally disabled. He'd taken a bus in from the suburbs to meet his girlfriend and participate in a weekend bowling tournament. Yes, he had his bowling ball in tow. And he was thoroughly lost about three miles opposite his destination. I gave him a ride. Fortunately opposite the experience of the good Samaritan upthread. He was a sweet guy. Probably had no idea the potential trouble he was in until his girlfriend explained how bad it could have gotten.

I always used to pick up cute hitch hikers . 7 times out of 10 it led to sex. My absolute favorite memory was a Turkish sponge diver I picked up outside Miami going to Tarpon Springs. He was 25 but looked 40 ,that sun is hell on skin ,but from the neck down he was all muscle. So divinely hairy . We get to his place in Tarpon Springs ( a ghastly run down motel) and he asks me if I want to smoke some weed and hang out a while. I quickly agree,though when he opened the door I had second thoughts as his room was putrid. So dirty and smelly. But needs dictate and all that. We smoke a joint,and 5 mins after that hes got me face down on those greasy sheets eating my hole like a starving dog. Ive had a lot of men in my time,but I never before or since encountered a man who ate ass the way that cat did ! I had to stop him a couple of times because I nearly came.

I get between his legs and chow down on his rock hard ,fat 6 incher for a few minutes,then roll over and he jumps on and starts fucking the absolute shit out of me. This dude was insatiable . We fucked doggie,me on my back,sideways,standing up,half on the bed and floor , I mean every position you can think of. My poor hole was battered like Farah in the Burning Bed ! I can close my eyes and still feel that mat of chest hair rubbing against my back,smell the sweat and lotion ,hear his grunts. When he came I thought he was going to tear my hole wide open,he dug in so deep .

So Im laying there literally drenched in sex ,he jumps up and goes to the bathroom,takes a good long pee ,then comes back to bed and tells me to suck it again. 1st round took about 45 mins,2nd round took over an hour. I had to ride home sitting on a pillow as my ass was on fire .

R106..u could sell smut on amazon digital n make some dough

[quote]a Turkish sponge diver I picked up outside Miami

I'm hysterical.

On my two trips back and forth across country I met so many interesting people. It was the 70s. I was 18. I looked like a hippie and had a sleeping bag. I remember a very large woman hauled her Delta 88 across three lanes of traffic and came to a smoking halt right in front of me. I got in. She told me she was selling the Cambridge Diet (!!) and went on and on about having to raise her sister's kid after her sister tried to drown him. Some people just wanted to talk. Somewhere in Utah a trucker picked me up. He was about 20 years older than I was so maybe his early 40s. He very politely asked me if I'd like to continue on with him but I had to get back. I remember a teenage girl who drove me clear across Idaho in her Firebird. I was so tired I fell asleep for the entire 3 hour ride. I felt terrible when I got up and apologized. "Sorry I couldn't stay awake." "Oh that's okay," she said. So sweet.

A hitchhiking related story. As a college student in the 70's, I was driving home for Christmas break and picked up a hitchhiker. It was a 5 hour drive and to pass the time he asked if I wanted to share a joint. One joint led to two, maybe more. Then, on a stretch of highway miles from the nearest town, my ancient VW bug broke down. Neither of us knew anything about motors but we opened the back and stood there just staring at the engine. Next thing I know, a state police patrol car pulls up. Here we are, two long-haired, bell-bottomed hippies, stoned and reeking of reefer, trying to explain what our problem was. The cop ignored the obvious, fiddled around with the carburetor, got the car running again and sent us on our way with a simple "be careful out there". As I recall the cop was really hot, but it may have just been the weed.

My father was remembering his youth. In the 1950’s, as a 16 year old, he was picked up while hitchhiking. The guy who picked him up asked if he knew how to drive. When Dad said yes, the driver said he was tired, and asked if Dad would mind driving. Dad said no, so the driver hopped onto the backseat, and Dad drove for 3 1/2 hours, to the next city.

That was one of the best parts of hitching. I love cars and I got to drive some hot ones. I got asked the same question a lot. "Can you drive?" One guy in a new Corvette with a 454 engine stopped and asked. I said sure. And then I went to release the brake and the hood popped up. I drove a long way with a cute kid who was delivering a new Winnebago to a customer several states away. I never told them I didn't have a license.

I always used to pick up cute hitch hikers . 7 times out of 10 it led to sex. My absolute favorite memory was a Turkish sponge diver I picked up outside Miami going to Tarpon Springs. He was 25 but looked 40 ,that sun is hell on skin ,but from the neck down he was all muscle. So divinely hairy . We get to his place in Tarpon Springs ( a ghastly run down motel) and he asks me if I want to smoke some weed and hang out a while. I quickly agree,though when he opened the door I had second thoughts as his room was putrid. So dirty and smelly. But needs dictate and all that. We smoke a joint,and 5 mins after that hes got me face down on those greasy sheets eating my hole like a starving dog. Ive had a lot of men in my time,but I never before or since encountered a man who ate ass the way that cat did ! I had to stop him a couple of times because I nearly came. R106 I get between his legs and chow down on his rock hard ,fat 6 incher for a few minutes,then roll over and he jumps on and starts fucking the absolute shit out of me. This dude was insatiable . We fucked doggie,me on my back,sideways,standing up,half on the bed and floor , I mean every position you can think of. My poor hole was battered like Farah in the Burning Bed ! I can close my eyes and still feel that mat of chest hair rubbing against my back,smell the sweat and lotion ,hear his grunts. When he came I thought he was going to tear my hole wide open,he dug in so deep .

And then a Marine burst in and fucked us both.

Advice to hitchhikers: Dataloungers deliver hitchhikers to their door. Just don't mention your hot thick 10 inches hasn't had any action lately.

Don't be like Peter.

That's hysterical R114. How'd you do that?! The beeping horn at the end!!

Most people were "normal" and took pity on us, since we were young.

A few guys who wanted to fuck me. I let one, he was a trucker. I went with him to a motel he rented and we had sex. I never came so hard before that but many times since.

Once he had fucked me for a good hour or so, I left him there and hit the highway. I unknowingly hitched a ride with a CREEP. Another trucker who I could tell, right away, wanted sex. He was around seventy years old so I definitely wasn't interested. He was about fifty years older than me.

I went to the cab to lay down. He parked at a truck stop, came to the back, and in the grossest voice ever, asked "How's about sone afternoon sex?".

I quickly hopped out of there and hitched a ride with someone else.

Two other sexual experiences with older men. No real danger, I was very lucky.

I used to hitchhike in the Midwest. Hippies would always pick up other hippies, and an offer to crash was always next. There were a few timid overtures, but hippies were mellow and we didn’t have to worry like now. We would share a joint, share a room, sex only when I wanted it. It was a beautiful time. In 1971, was hitching to northern Michigan, late dusk, on a very lonely stretch of M-131. I had a Bowie knife, because I wasn’t a dumb hippie. A truck passed me going south, I was walking north. I heard whoops and yells and saw brake lights and a u-turn. No other cars in sight. The truck had guys, maybe 6 of them. I ran for the woods and crouched. They pulled over, everyone yelling, “Hey, girl! We’ll help you!” etc. I saw the lights of a car approaching, I timed it and ran like hell right in front of the car, waving my hands. The guys jumped in their truck and took off, fast. The man in the car was so upset at my story, he drove me all the to my destination. He lectured me the entire way. I was 18.

I wonder if it was more dangerous for boys or for girls to hitchhike? I'm not talking about men and women, I mean kids. Some of the stories here are about 20-somethingss. R117's story is scary - she was 18. The youngest so far is 13 year old Jim Mattis. (R61 - R70) and he doesn't go into deep detail. None of the posters sounded like they were desperate or scared when they hitched, just adventurous. Until it turned ugly.

It was dangerous for girls. I took my 17 year old sister along on one of my cross-country adventures. We got stuck in a small NM town where my sister fell for a Mexican American guy and he invited us to stay with him. The rednecks who ran the town couldn't understand why these white kids were hanging out with the "wetbacks" and raided our house with guns drawn. Found a roach in an ashtray and put us in jail for a week or two. Sis flew back home but I kept on. The first ride I got was a bunch of hippies in a VW van with tie-died curtains. They passed a joint around and I got so high. I still remember the song "Knights in White Satin" playing on their tape player while the NM sun exploded on the horizon.

I used to walk everywhere in town since I was 13 and never hitch-hiked but always had guys stopping asking if I needed a ride. The first time I actually took one I was 14. He was tall gangly guy, looking back now, probably a college basket ballplayer, in a small pea green Toyota Corolla. He had sandy, curly hair and I was little amused because it looked like his long legs barely fit in the car. We rode in silence and I was nervous and shy and he seemed nervous, too. He was driving a stick-shift and I was expecting his hand to come snaking across to my thigh but nothing happened. I had him drop me off two blocks from my house. He was very cute and I regretted not being more forward as I knew what he wanted. I guess there are decent guys out there. Oh well.

I was sixteen when I hitchhiked halfway across Canada. I let one guy take a detour and drjve me in to the woods.

We had consensual sex. Then he drove me back to the highway.

R120 and R121 There seems to be a mix of male / female on this thread. Which are you?

Male

TLDR it's an EST. Don't bother.

R66. In the pron version, we spent the night at a gay guest house in Charleston and had an orgy in the pool area and my ass was never the same.

In real life, we were all filthy and smelled like swamp-car and now I was scared shitless. Here I was a hitchhiker having some laughs with some country boys and in the next moment I am accessory to attempted murder, depending on your POV. I CHOSE to get in the car with this guy after he went ape shit. Of course, I witnessed him in ALL his white privilege glory, calling the police and calmly talking to the police like THEY worked for him and explaining it as good as any defense attorney. Before that moment, I had judged him as a dumb hick. The problem with New Yorkers is we think we know everything.

. And what happened to the 9 year old? I don't think the other guys saw him. I chose to leave him behind a bush. This was pre 911 days, you had to call "operator". Imagine the panicked call from the pimply faced kids parents. How their precious little dumplings had been attacked by savage, mountain men and KIDNAPPED little Bubba, only to have the police inform them of their kids reckless behavior, driving off without Bubba

For a moment, I thought about remaining behind to help the kid, but hey, I needed the ride. The Alpha ordered us back to the car, luckily we were on a slight slope. The pretty-boy steered, we pushed.

Also, even at the time, I knew that if we were black we would be in jail.

R29. There's always a marine because they are trustworthy to pick up and can presumably handle themselves. But in terms of accuracy, he was a retired ex-marine going to visit his son, stationed at Quantico . Old and not hot.

Thanks OP and others for forcing me to think about it in so much detail. It was too traumatizing to be spank bank material at the time, plus it was before PRON!. You've inspired me to go to xtube and cobble together some some clips. The alpha and boy were both blonds, not generally my type. But they were both exceptional or would have been after grooming. The fat, funny friend was a hairy bottom-bear, not without charm, but a boner killer for me. If i find a good clip I'll post it. I've never told my husband the story or anyone else. It would be fun show show him some visuals. Maybe I'll take a viagra and turn it into a real life EST>

"Knights in White Satin"

R119, now THAT I'd like to see...

LOL R125! I looked at that and thought I'd just let it stand. Ha! Thanks for calling it out in such an amusing way.

Wagon wheels didn't go flat.

[quote]There's always a marine because they are trustworthy to pick up and can presumably handle themselves.

R123 TLDR but the above comment jumped out at me. Yep, a US Marine can 'handle' his own stuff. I'd prefer he handled mine.

Ever notice that in these threads you always have a few that come and scoff and call people liars yet they themselves never offer up a story ? Poor unfuckable things.

Or maybe we're just not prostitution whores.

When in Serbia, I missed the bus a music festival and set out to walk from my youth hostel. Was picked up by a family in a Kombi van.

Oh my God, I used to have such fantasies of being some underage bend-over-for-cock whore, hitchhiking. And every group of men would have a place to stay ... and the only way to earn it was to bend over and happily let these men use my hole and asshole for their pleasure.

For R119

And what, exactly, is wrong with being a prostitution whore, R130?

I can't tell if this thread is trying to encourage or discourage hitch hiking.

R135 I think the point of the thread is simply to ask for personal stories not to pass judgment. The overall theme seems to be that times were never completely safe but hitchhiking has become too dangerous to pursue.

I wish there were more stories of successful elder gays who experimented in their youth like Mattis R70 and the judge in R86. Let me rephrase - successful or not, I'd like to know how the hitchhiker turned out later in life.

bump

Travelers in hostels in Europe used to pass around stories. Longest ride, quickest pick up, getting stranded. Any sign near a good spot to stand would have stuff written on the back with marker, fun to read while you waited.

A good story was, there was this guy who regularly drove between Edinburgh and Glasgow and he loved to pick up hitchhikers...in his Rolls Royce. That was my goal for a while, to get a lift in a RR. Best I could do was a Lotus.

bump! more stories please!

Get off my lawn R6