I turned off the shower and stood there for a long moment, trying to get myself to calm down. I was nervous and excited, somehow managing to both dread and look forward to what awaited me when I came out from behind the shower curtain, or should I say who was waiting for me.
Mr. Fields. Mr. Roger Field, to be exact, and from what he had told me over the course of the 100 or so miles we had ridden together after he picked me up hitchhiking, he was a 62 year old guy who didn't usually pick up kids like me, but he said I looked like I was a nice fellow so he took a chance.
A couple of hours later, I was in room 119 of someplace called the Crestwood Motel, which was somewhere in upstate New York. Roger said that he was getting too tired to continue his trip, and told me that, while he understood if I wanted to try to get another ride, I was welcome to spend the night with him and he would take me home the next morning.
"I was hoping you would say that," Roger said, patting me on the thigh after brushing off my comment that I didn't have much money or anything like that. "Because I like your company, Jimmy, and I like you a lot. Do you know what I mean?"
I did know what he meant. Roger Field was a nice man, and his grandfatherly ways reminded me of my science teacher Mr. Gordon back at school, and in more ways than one. Not only was Mr. Fields a kind and gentle man with a soothing tone and manner like Mr. Gordon, his touch was similar too.
"I'm glad," Mr. Field had said after I told him that I liked him too, and it was then that his hand had slid up my thigh and onto my lap. "Oh, that's nice."
Mr. Field's hand had found what he was looking for, and after a few seconds of kneading my cock through my shorts he seemed quite pleased, at both what he had found and what was happening to what he was holding.
"Big fella, aren't you?" he said as he pulled into the parking lot of the motel. "You ever been with a guy before?"
"Once," I lied.
"Ever been with a old guy like me?"
"No," I said. "But you're not old, Mr. Field."
"Thanks for being nice. Stay here," Mr. Field said after reminding me that he was Roger, not Mr. Field. "I'll be right back."
As I watched Roger go into the office of the motel, I was struck at how similar this was to my first experience with a man last summer. His name was Walter and he had been a kind older man too, even older than Roger Field.
After that, I had tried to recapture that initial magic with a guy my own age, and while it was enjoyable, it wasn't the same. For whatever reason I found myself drawn to older men, and that was my when my science teacher Mr. Gordon had offered to tutor me at night to make sure I aced the final exam last month, I readily accepted his offer, as well as everything else that followed.
So when I told Mr. Field that I had been with another man once before, I had under-counted by two, but for an 18 year old I didn't feel all that promiscuous. As a matter of fact, in addition to feeling chronically horny I felt woefully inexperienced, and as I saw the shower curtain being pulled open I knew both of those things were going to change.
"There you are," Roger said, smiling as he gestured me to come out of the shower. "Let me help you get dried off."
Roger had already taken a shower, and had been very immodest in the process, walking around naked in front of me in a casual way. Roger was in good shape for a guy his age, his stomach still tight and probably only packing about 150 pounds on his 5'9" frame.
His chest was hairy, and the sight of that silver fur was something that I really liked. It was in stark contrast to my own chest, and pretty much my whole body, which except for the little nest of curls above my dick and the modest wisps of hair under my arms, was virtually barren.
Roger was rubbing the towel under my arms, which I had raised for him, and as he dried me I felt our cocks brush against one another. It wasn't accidental either, as Roger had moved up close to me so that his long and slender member made contact with my cock.
After he dried my armpits, he leaned forward and licked them, swirling the tiny spray of hairs with his tongue while our cocks kept rubbing together.
"You like that, don't you Jimmy?" Roger said with a wink, as he felt my dick get hard while it pressed against him.
He kept drying me off, and after he worked the towel around my genitals my cock was standing straight out, and Roger was on his knees in an instant, her hands taking my swollen cock and bringing it to his mouth.
As his lips slid down over the bell-shaped head, Roger's hands came up and grabbed my ass, his fingers digging into my cheeks while my cock went further into his mouth.
"Damn," I exclaimed, running my hand through his thinning grey hair as I watched Mr. Field straining to take all 7" into his mouth, and even though he made a little gagging sound as the tip of my neck scraped his throat, he did it.
Roger's mouth slid back up to the head of my cock, and as he flicked the tip of my dick with his tongue, he looked at the wet cock and smiled.
"Nothing like a hot young guy with a big cock," he said before he swallowed my cock again, and even though I wasn't that great looking or incredibly well-endowed, never argue with a guy who's deep throating you.
"Mr. Field," I groaned. "I mean Roger. I'm gonna - can't..."
My warning didn't slow Roger down. As a matter of fact when I told him I was going to cum, that only sped him up, and as his hands churned my balls feverishly, I felt myself ejaculating into his mouth. Roger didn't blink, and seemed to savor the flavor of my seed as I came hard and fast.
"That will take the edge off," Roger said, and after I reached down and helped him to his feet, he led me out to the motel room.
"I only did this twice before, Mr. Field," I said as I got onto the bed next to Roger and looked at the long pale tube that hung between his skinny thighs.
"You'll do fine, Jimmy," Mr. Field said, who reached down and gave his limp dick a long pull, wiggling it around before offering it to me. "Sorry I don't have all that much for you to work with. Would you do me a favor though, son?"
"Uh - sure."
