Intrigued By A Vet

*TW: Depictions of sexual reluctance/rape, and derogatory slurs towards transgender individuals.*

I was sweeping the floor at work when I heard the door open. I looked up, having not seen a customer for hours. An old man shambled in, heavily leaning on his wooden cane. He glanced briefly at me before making his way to the back of the store. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he stopped in front of the freezer section. He stood there a while, seemingly indecisive and mumbling to himself. I rolled my eyes and went back to sweeping, waiting for him to check out and leave. After he was gone I was going to close up shop.

It had been dark out for hours by this point and I really just wanted to get home. I worked in a small store attached to a gas station, off a not-so-busy road. It was rare to see a care drive by past 10, and even rarer for them to stop inside. I was the only employee marked to work the closing shift, so I never had anyone to talk to. Easiest money of my life, but god it got boring.

Eventually the old man made his way back to the front and placed down a single box of ice pops. I glanced up, bemused, but he was rummaging around in his wallet. I bagged the box while he handed me the exact change. I watched him shuffle out the door before turning back to finish cleaning.

I jumped when I heard shouting. I turned around to look through the glass door into the parking lot. A few feet from the door stood the old man, his back to me. In front of him were several large teens, taunting him loudly. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they inched closer to the man, pushing him closer to the door.

The old man backed up, softly saying something. They laughed and drew closer, sneering and shouting. One of them lunged for the bag he held in his left hand. The old man yanked it back while stepping back with his left foot and rotating his body so he now faced sideways. The kid stumbled forward having missed his mark, and the man stuck out his foot, tripping the kid and sending him sprawling on the concrete.

The kid grunted in pain and pushed himself back up, glancing down at his hands and knees, both of which were now scraped and bloodied. He yelled something about his pants, which now had rips in them and were stained with blood and dirt. He held his fists up as if he were about to start boxing, glaring at the man. He lunged forward and took a flying swing at the old man, aiming for his head. The man took his arm, still holding the cane, and held it up, catching the kids arm against his own. He then swung his bag forward and nailed the kid right between the legs. The kid buckled, doubling over and swearing. The man kicked him in the chest, sending him sprawling on the ground.

The man turned as another kid stepped up. The teen grabbed the front of the man's jacket, pulling them face to face while demanding his wallet. The man took his cane, which he now held around the shaft instead of the handle, and slammed it down on top of the kids foot. He howled and let go, jolting back. The man then took the head of the cane and drove it upwards, smashing to the kid's jaw and sending him reeling, clutching his chin as tears streamed from his eyes.

The third teen took a half step forward, but the man spun and wacked him in the shin with the head of the cane. The kid grunted in pain and backed away, limping. He looked at his beaten friends before taking off; the other two following close behind.

It had all happened so fast I barely had time to react. I was frozen, watching this seemingly decrepit old man beat the shit out of the teens. I saw the kids take off, and the man bent over to pick something up off the ground. He stood slowly, turned around, and shuffled back inside.

"Damn kids," he muttered, shuffling back over to me. He looked up and I met his gaze, still frozen in shock. His eyes were a golden brown, slightly sunken into his face and surrounded by wrinkles. Deep creases ran down his face, passing by the corners of his mouth. He looked weathered, his leathery skin pitted and scarred. A bushy horseshoe mustache covered his upper lip, almost completely white.

"Are you ok?" I finally managed to ask.

"Yep, just a little winded. Been a while since I moved like that." His voice was deep and gruff, with a thick southern accent. "Got any raps?" He held up a bag of weed. "One of the kids dropped this. Figured I might still make it a good night." He winked at me.

"Oh, uh, we don't sell them here but, um, I have some in my car you can have." I stammered.

"Well all right then. Very kind of yah."

"Let me, um, let me just lock up. It's the end of my shift anyway." The old man nodded and headed out the door again, waiting just outside while I scurried around, locking doors and turning off lights. The morning crew can deal with whatever I missed. Within a few minutes I was headed to my car, the man slowly following me.

I reached over the trash on my passenger seat to open the glove box. I pulled out my small box of blunt wraps and turned to hand it to the man. "Keep em," I said. "I don't have any weed to smoke with them anyway." I shrugged.

"Well, ifin you'd like to join me, I'd be more than happy to share." He smiled at me, the corners of his eyes wrinkling.

"Really? I mean, I really should be heading home. It's late and I'm tired."

He shrugged. "I'm not forcin yah to do anything. It would just be nice to have some company back at camp."

"Camp?"

"Ah, yep. It's what I call home. Got a little trailer out on me brothers property, deep back in them woods. Don't see many folks out there. Can get real lonely." He shrugged again but I could see a deep sadness in his eyes. I felt bad. This poor old man, alone in the woods.

"Well, maybe I could stop by for a little bit. I don't have to be up early tomorrow." I was honestly a little intrigued by this guy. Maybe I'd smoke with him and he'd tell me some of his stories.

"That would be real nice. Hop in your car and follow me. I'll show you the way. Stick close now so you don't get lost."

I followed the old man's beat up Ford through town and back into some dirt roads. We bumped along for what felt like hours before turning into a clearing in the woods. Just a small field, thick with overgrown weeds. In the center was an old trailer, propped up on cinder blocks and rotting from below. It had been fixed so many times it now looked like a collage of wood and metal sheets.

Beginning to regret my decision, I followed the man into his trailer. It was cramped and dingy, but not messy. Old furniture dotted the small living room, each seat sagging and covered in stains. Worn carpet covered the floor and the air rank of smoke and booze.

The old man sat down in a chair in the corner, sighing and closing his eyes, resting his head back. I warily sat myself in a seat close to the door, wondering if it would be rude to leave already. An old lonely man living alone in a trailer deep in the woods sounds extremely suspicious.

The man coughed, opened his eyes, and took the weed and the raps out of his coat pocket. He skillfully rolled a blunt on the table next to him, lit it, and stuck it in his mouth. He then rolled another and handed it to me with the lighter.

"Smoke. Relax. Make yourself comfortable." The man closed his eyes again and leaned back, puffing away.

I lit mine and inhaled slowly. It was absolute garbage. It tasted like shit and I immediately started choking, coughing until my eyes watered.

The old man chucked a little, not even opening his eyes. "I thought you said you smoke, boy."

I wheezed, glaring at him. "I do, but this is shit."

He chuckled again. I dragged on the blunt, breathing in deep and slow. I coughed some more, but felt the wave of warmth and relaxation hit me. I settled back with a sigh.

"Atta boy. Just sink into it."

I finished the blunt and absent mindedly took the next one he handed me. I stared out the window into the darkness of the woods, my mind slipping away. My thoughts slid like molasses through my head. I heard the man get up and shuffle closer, but I didn't want to turn my head to look. I was comfortable just as I was.

"You know boy, been a real long time since I had company... A man gets lonely by himself..." I looked over. The man was standing over me now, staring down at me hungrily, his hand resting on his crotch. "Be a real shame if I was to waist an opportunity." He started running his fingers through my hair while continuing to rub his growing bulge.

"Hey, what are you..." I mumbled, halfheartedly pushing him away. He shoved my hands down and slid closer to me, his crotch now only a few inches from my face.

"Cmon boy. Give me that mouth." He gripped my hair tightly and pulled me closer. "I see your red eyes. You too fucked up to go anywhere. You're mine now, bitch." He smeared his bulge across my face, his zipper scratching my skin. I tried to pull away but he held my hair tight.

Still holding my head with one hand, he worked his pants down with the other. He pulled them down just enough to expose his cock. It was huge, much bigger than I expected, with a thick gray bush covering the base. His balls swung low, his scrotum stretched. Again he wiped it across my face, a thin strand of pre smeared on my cheeks.

I pushed against his thighs, trying to turn my head away from his erection. My heart pounded but my head felt heavy. I jerked back as he stuck his grubby thumb in my mouth, prying my jaw open. I tried to pull away again, but he gripped the back of my head and slid his cock into my mouth. I retched, trying to pull away, but he held my head firm. Slowly he began to rock himself in and out of my mouth, and I panted, struggling to breath.

"Breath through your mouth boy. And open your mouth wider for me." I did as he said, relaxing my jaw and breathing through my mouth. I was now gasping loudly, his cock noisily slipping in and out of my throat. My hands grabbed his thighs, but I was no longer trying to push away. I mainly focus on breathing in pace with his thrusting.

He forced his cock deeper in, and pressed my nose up against his pubes. I gagged, trying my best not to inhale. They were scratchy and thick against my face. I shoved against him, finally managing to pull free of his crotch. A thick strand of drool hung between my mouth and his cock, with more running down my face. I wiped my mouth with my shirt, still panting.

I looked up at the old man. He started at me, smirking, one hand stroking his cock. "Iffin you ain't gonna give me your mouth, why don't you bend over and give me that tight boy hole of yours." He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me forward, forcing me on my hands and knees. With his other hand, he reached down into the back of my pants, fondling my ass. I scrunched my eyes shut as he ran his filthy hands around each cheek, squeezing and groping each one. He then slid his hand further back, finding my asshole. He circled it a few times before slipping his finger in. I flinched, clenching inadvertently.

"Please stop," I mumbled, beginning to cry. "I don't want this." He ignored me.

"Damn boy. Smooth, warm and tight just for me. I'm going to destroy this ass." I closed my eyes tight, tears beginning to form, as he aggressively pulled down my pants. My heart pounded, waiting for his reaction.

There was a long pause. I held my breath, my tears silently flowing down my cheeks. My face burned red. I could feel the old man's eyes stare at me. Neither of us moved, nor made a sound.

Then, after what felt like an eternity...

"You're a girl?!"

I let out a loud sob, burying my face into the carpet. The man walked around to the front of me, grabbing me by my hair and pulling me up to look at him. "What the fuck? I thought you was a boy?"

"I am," I sniffed. "I'm trans," I said softly, still softly crying.

"Ah. So you one of them queers. Well I'll show you what we would do to queers in the army." He stepped back behind me, grabbed my ass cheeks in his hands, and spread them apart. He then spat on my ass. I flinched. I could feel it trickle down and over my pussy.

Without warning, the man shoved his cock straight into my pussy. I yelled out, being violently pushed forward. My forearms pressed into the ground and my nails dug into the matted carpet. I gritted my teeth. It had been a long time since I had anyone inside me.

"Fuuuuuck you're tight boy," the old man sighed, beginning to rock himself in and out. His spit was barely enough to lube my hole, so I could feel his cock pulling at every inch as he moved.

"Please... stop," I whimpered, pressing my face back into the ground. The carpet was rough and gritty, but I barely felt it, focusing more on the giant cock in me. He grunted, ignoring my plea, and continued to thrust. I focused on breathing, trying to disassociate from what was happening. The weed made it a little bit easier, and I was able to relax, pretending I was unable to feel the rough rod inside me.

We got into a rhythm and I stopped crying. It no longer hurt, and I was embarrassed to find myself beginning to enjoy it. The old man grabbed my waist and rocked himself in and out. He wasn't going particularly fast, preferring to keep a slow steady pace. I could hear him panting quietly behind me. Ever so often he would pause, taking another drag from his blunt.

"You want some more?" he offered after a long while. I sighed, lifted myself up onto my hands, and quietly said yes. He leaned forward, inadvertently shoving his cock deeper into me, and handed me the blunt. I took a long drag, held it, and then took another before handing it back. The warmth once again flooded me and I sighed with relief. I rested my head back on the floor and closed my eyes.

The old man resumed his thrusting and I began to moan softly. I could feel myself getting wetter, lubing up his cock and allowing it to slide in and out easier. I was ashamed how much I was beginning to enjoy it. His cock was thick and long, stretching me wide and easily pressing into my cervix. It wasn't so long that it hurt however, and he could get his whole length in. I could feel his balls slapping into my clit with each thrust. It felt hot. I moaned louder.

After a few more minutes he stopped suddenly and pulled out. I whimpered at the sudden empty feeling inside me. I propped myself back up onto my hands and looked over at him. He stood up slowly with a grunt, resting his hands on his thighs to press himself up.

"My knees are killing me. Lets move to the bed." Without waiting for a response, he stumbled off, opening a door and disappearing into his room. I got up, grunting. My joints were stiff and my knees hurt where they were pressed into the floor. I stood, brushing the dirt off me, and stretched.

I noticed the old man had left the blunt behind, and it was still burning with a bit left. I picked it up and inhaled deeply, burning the rest in one long drag. I exhaled slowly, putting it out on the ash tray, and followed the man into his room.

I briefly thought about getting dressed and leaving, but I could feel my own juice between my legs. My pussy was hot and throbbing, and I needed to cum before I could do anything else. It had been such a long time since I had another man inside me, and I craved the release of a hard orgasm.

I walked into the room to find the old man laying on his back in bed, his head propped up by a pile of pillows. He was stroking himself, watching the door for me. He smiled when I came in.

"So you do want more of this old many dick, aye?" He croaked, laughing to himself. I ignored him, crawling up onto the bed. I turned around to face the foot of the bed so I didn't have to look him in the eye. I straddled his crotch, and lowered myself down onto his hard shaft. I sighed with content as he filled me up again.

I placed my hands down on the bed on either side of his legs and began to rock myself back and forward. His cock slid in and out only an inch or so, each time pressing against my cervix as it bottomed out. I ground my hips into his, trying to get every last inch inside me. He grunted with satisfaction, grabbing my hips and thrusting up into me. I closed my eyes and began to moan, feeling an orgasm build.

I leaned back, now putting my hands behind me and began quickly bucking my hips. I panted heavily, moaning loudly. The old man said something but I couldn't make out what; I was too focused on reaching my peak. My orgasm built closer and closer as I desperately tried to climax. I needed to cum so badly. My juices covered my thighs and his crotch as his cock noisily slid in and out of me.

I pushed myself further, feeling the pressure build in me. I whimpered, so close to release. I could feel it coming. The wave from my crotch to my head, the goosebumps over my skin, and then the release. I held my breath as I came, my face scrunched up and my pussy clenching. My leg muscles tightened as the pleasure flooded me. My rocking got slower and slower until I eventually stopped, releasing my breath in a long content sigh.

I continued to pulse as I sat there, leaning forward again and breathing heavily. My head drooped and I felt suddenly tired. My limbs were heavy and all I wanted at that moment was to sleep. I rolled over, sliding off of the old man's cock and flopping down beside him, facing the wall.

"You done boy? Damn, well I'm not." I felt his hand reach over and grab my ass, squeezing it tightly. I didn't care. I felt the bed begin to shake slightly as he began jerking himself off with his other hand, continuing to grope me as he did so. His breathing was heavy and rapid. Within a few minutes, I felt him roll over close to me and grunt. I felt a warm splatter of cum on my butt cheek as he jerked himself off onto me. He dumped his load onto me, and then wiped the remaining cum off his cock head onto my back. I remained still, half asleep and uncaring.

He rolled back over, sighing to himself. "Damn boy. You're just what an old man like me needs. I young tight hole to empty himself into." I nodded sleepily. Already I was mostly gone, and it wasn't very long until I was completely asleep.

I awoke the next morning, confused as to where I was. I sat up, looking beside me in bed. There lay the old man, snoring softly. Last night came rushing back to me, and I cringed inwardly. That could have gone really badly. Still, I remembered the mind numbing orgasm I had last night, and decided the whole thing was worth it. My crotch was still covered in my own cum.

I got up and dressed myself. I was in the bathroom when I heard the old man shuffle out of bed.

"You in there kid?" he asked, tapping on the bathroom door. I replied yes, and he left to the kitchen. When I came out, he was standing in a bathrobe looking into the fridge.

"Thanks for commin by last night. You made a lonely old man real happy." I shrugged and nodded, unsure what to say.

"Well, um, I should head out. I gotta get showered for work and stuff," I said awkwardly, making my way to the door. He nodded, said nothing, and turned back towards the fridge. I took that as my cue to leave and scooted out the door.

On the way home I thought about everything that happened the night before. I thought about the old man, the way he was able to beat up those teens last night, but then lives alone in this camper in the woods. I decided he was most likely a vet of some sort. If that was true, even if I wanted to get away last night I probably couldn't have. I shivered, glad I was able to finally leave.

I felt bad for the man, and didn't regret last night. I knew, however, that I would never be coming back to his neck of the woods.