My start as a rent boy

I was hitching home at the middle of my first term in university. It was pouring, I hadn’t got a lift and it was now getting late enough that I was not likely to, I was soaked and pissed off. A smart new car screeched to a halt down the road and I ran to it before the driver changed his mind. He said he could take me within about 10 miles of my home and at that time of night I wasn’t going to say no. The driver was a smartly groomed, well spoken guy of about 50 I guessed. He hardly started driving when he put his hand on my thigh and remarked that I was absolutely soaked. I wasn’t about to push his hand away even though in those days I was pretty straight, although I was too shy to have had much success with girls. I’d had a few mutual masturbation sessions with school mates and I’d been picked up several times waiting for the bus home after rugby matches. These guys usually just wanted me to let them play with my cock. I should say that although I played rugby I’m quite small and look younger than my age so guys seemed to fancy me and if it got me a lift home so what!