The two week-long conference was boring as hell and the night life was no better. I left right after the last meeting to start on my three-hundred-mile trip home. As always, the Friday traffic on the interstate was heavy, so I hit the old state highway. With luck I figured I'd be home by 10 P.M.
At seventy-five-miles from home the dark sky opened up and the rain was unrelenting. With dusk arriving I could only see twenty feet in front of the headlights and my car's engine became overwhelmed with water and stalled out. With luck I was able to steer off the road into someone's driveway and safely park the disabled vehicle. The rain continued to beat down and the ground couldn't absorb the water fast enough and flooding began. Looking around to try and see where I was and saw a farmhouse to my left about fifty yards away. There was a dim light burning from a first-floor room. Finding an old blanket on the backseat I covered my head and ran through the flooded driveway. With my pants and shirt completely soaked I got to the porch and found the front door of the house. Not finding a door bell I knock loudly on the door; with no answer I knocked louder and got no results, but before pounding a third time, the porch light came on and the door opened. A tall man of about sixty years old stood in the doorway amazed to see me standing on his porch soaked to my skin.
Smiling at the guy I said, "Sorry to disturb you but my car stopped running. I was able to make it up your driveway." I pointed to my car parked at the end of the driveway. He was dressed in a pair of red shorts and a well-worn white t-shirt and no shoes. He looked very fit with a broad chest and toned arms. He stood about seven inches above my five foot and four-inch frame. He eyed me up and down before he leaned out the door to see my car. I got a whiff of his body scent of fresh Dove soap as he brushed up against me and pulled the blanket from my head and tossed it on a chair that sat on the porch.
"Get inside the house and we'll get those clothes off of you and get them dried." He pushed me into the kitchen. "What's your name son? You from around here, I know most of the boys that live near-by."
He handed me a clean dish towel to dry my face and head. " My name is Jamie." I wiped my face and head and placed the dish cloth back on the counter as he again eyed me up and down. "And you are?" I looked right at his hairy chest and moved my eyes slowly to his manhood.
"I'm Chuck. This is my small cattle ranch with about sixty head. Three of my ranch hands bunk on the other side of the field. I'll have them take care of the car after the storm ends. The weather report said the storm will be around for a day or two. Where are you headed, Jamie? Got any family close you can call?"
"Back home to Springdale. No family. I live alone. Never married and no girlfriends. Thanks for letting me in your home, it's really bad out there," I looked around the kitchen looking for any sign of anyone living with him. But seeing none I returned to looking at this mature eye candy with that hairy chest and powerful looking thighs. This encounter with a sexy man was a god-sent for me, I'm truly horny after that two-week conference with no dick at the ABS.
"Let's get you out of those wet clothes and get you a hot shower. Take your shoes off and follow me."
He lead the way down a hall to the bathroom, passing a bedroom on the way.
I wonder if any good shit goes on in there.
The house was smaller than it looked from outdoors. The largest room was the kitchen that I could tell.
"Get in there." He pointed to the shower. "Get your clothes off. Wait let me help." He helped me out of the soaked shirt and got my belt undone and had my pants unzipped and down around my knees.
I placed my hands on his arms and asked, "You this helpful with all strange visitors?" I smiled with my face inches away from his chest as I kicked off my pant legs.
"Get your underwear off and get in the shower," Chuck said. "I'll be back with something for you to put on until your things are dried. Put the wet clothes in the hallway."
I got undressed and put all my clothes outside the bathroom as he had asked and got back in the shower. Ten minutes later Chuck placed some clothes on the seat of the toilet. "This is all I could find that may fit you." He turned and faced me. His eyes went straight to my penis and watched as I turned to give him a nice view of my ass. "When you're done come to the kitchen, I'll make you some soup."
I turned to watch him leave and played with my small cock.
He may be horny and in need of a blow job and some boy pussy. I want to see his cock and he does look like a good fucker, and I do need it.
I dried off and picked up the first piece of clothing he gave me. The panties were a sexy, nylon seamless lace and dark red. Putting them on made my little three- inch tool get hard. Next was a button front, pink seersucker sleep shirt. On the front breast pocket read "yes daddy". On the back embroidered in four-inch black letters was the word, Bride. I put the shirt on, and the bottom fell just above my knees. I felt sexy and very horny and hoped this man had plans for me. I looked in the mirror and wished my dirty blonde hair fell longer so I would look more feminine for Chuck, hoping that's what he wants. I opened the medicine cabinet hoping to find lip gloss or stick but there was none. I did find a Bic razor and went over my legs and pubic hair.
*
How did I get so lucky, Chuck asked himself out loud while he looked for some clothes for hot little Jamie. He found a few things on the top shelf of his closet that his wife wore long ago. Panties and a sleep shirt she wore thirty-five years ago when they married. He held them up to get a good look at the things and thought, the bitch never sucked my dick but fucked all my ranch hands. I hope this stuff puts him in the mood. He looks like a sexy femboy.
After Chuck caught her fucking his foreman, he quickly got a divorce, swore off females and fired all his help and replaced them with new younger men on two conditions. They had to be single and gay. Soon after that Chuck fell in love with boy pussy and cock. Now at sixty he has only two lovers other than a quick fuck and blow job with one of his hired hands, Tommy, sixty-five, a car dealer from town whose wife no longer fucks and Dale, thirty-five, single, and works for Tommy. Dale likes to pick up high school seniors and teach them the joys of gay sex. Sometimes he'll introduce one of them to Chuck if he's looking for summer help and new pussy.
Chuck placed the two items on the toilet seat and got a good look at Jamie's clit and great looking ass when he went to the kitchen to make the soup. He fought off getting a hardon thinking about how he would seduce Jamie. He enjoyed his life with his two lovers but wanted someone to really care for and make him his own. Like a gay guy wife.
*
I found him in the kitchen fixing two bowls of soup. He changed clothes and now. wore a pair of cut-off jeans and a clean white t-shirt. The bulge from his cock in his pants made my boy pussy twitch and my mouth water. The shirt showed off his large nipples that I want to play with. It makes guys a lot harder too.
