Who knew that a trip to the local auto parts store would turn out to be one of my wildest sexual experiences! My name is Joey and I'm a forty five year old divorced male.
At six foot and around two thirty, I'm a little round in some areas but have nice wide shoulders. Lately I've realized that it takes a good workout at the gym to keep in shape so I try as best as I can to get there but the weight comes off real slow.
My ex wife was a real stunner and there are times I miss that body but I'm also very happy for all the different ladies I've had since then. The desire for sex runs in my blood and I love to get off any way I can. Usually I use the computer or an adult store to satisfy my needs while I get back in shape. Most ladies want to fuck a guy who has little body fat so I resigned the fact that it would be while before my next relationship or even a one-night stand.
Anyway, back to my trip to the parts store. I had been working on my kid's car all day and found that I needed to rent or buy a tool known as a "shaft-puller," great name huh? So there I was in my dirty jeans, ripped t-shirt and a bad attitude heading for the store. The car pulled into the NAPA parts store and I wasted no time getting inside the store because I knew they would close very soon. As I approached the counter, I noticed an older guy with a grayish beard and stocky build working on a computer in the back.
He looked and asked if he could help me. Once he approached the counter, he asked me if I would turn the "OPEN" sign around to reflect that they were closed. I smiled and understood especially after working retail as a kid, you want to make sure you don't have a last minute run on customers. After I turned the sign around, I made my way back to the counter and asked if he had a "shaft-puller." He let out a laugh and said, "I did have one before she left me." I laughed with him and confirmed that I had the same experience.
He asked what kind of car it was for and after I told him he gave me the dreaded look that they probably did not have the tool I needed. Then he turned to the side and then backs toward me again. He said that he did have one at his house and he would rent it to me for the remainder of the weekend. I was thrilled because I wanted to get this project done. He closed up the store and came over to my car to give me directions in case I lost sight of his car on the way to his place. Before he left to get into his car, he reached into the cooler he had and pulled out a sixteen-ounce beer and handed it to me.
"One for the road," he laughed.
On the way to his house, I chugged the beer and started thinking.
I had visited a web site one night when I was naked surfing the net and happened upon a site that had personal adds for older guys, I think it was named "Silver daddies."
That night something inside me stirred. I could not believe what I was feeling because I was not gay nor did I desire sex outside of heterosexual means, yet I felt something.
I resigned the fact that I was just getting older.
The guy from the parts store that I was following looked like a guy from that web site. The beer made all of this seem easier to swallow. After about a thirty-minute drive, we pulled into a long driveway that ran several hundred feet. The house was a little run down but hey, he was divorced like me. My eyes surveyed the property and was amazed to see just how big the deck was on the back of the house which housed a nice hot-tub and met at the edge of a medium size above ground pool.
My host disappeared inside the house and quickly returned with a small cooler full of beer. He told me to have a seat at the picnic table while he got cleaned up.
Much to my surprise, the screen door opened and out he came in all his glory.