Gay Love in Bozeman

After my wife died, and I got through the probate and all the estate issues, I decided to buy a used RV and hit the road. I just wanted to get away from it all and start fresh. I found an RV I liked, a 24 footer with a double bed in the back, a decent-sized bathroom and plenty of storage space. I outfitted it with items from Value Village and Walmart, put my bicycle on a rack and hitched my car to the back end. I left a key with a neighbour, who promised to check on the house periodically, and then I locked up the house and hit the road.

I didn't have a particular destination in mind; the plan was just to take it day by day and see where I ended up. If I saw something interesting, I'd check it out. Time and money didn't matter; I'm retired and the pension cheques get deposited into my bank account every month.

I headed south from Calgary to Waterton Lakes National Park and found a spot in an RV park. I hung out in Waterton for a couple of days, exploring the park by car and bicycle. I went on a couple of hikes and saw some bears. I crossed the border to the American side, and did the same thing in Glacier National Park. I decided next I would head to Yellowstone. I haven't been to Yellowstone since 1976, so it was time for return visit.

I headed out of the park through East Glacier and down Highway 89 towards Great Falls. I stopped for gas in Great Falls, and as I was leaving the gas station, I saw a young person with a backpack and a thumb out.

"Some company for the drive," I thought, so I pulled over and clicked the button to unlock the door. The youngster opened the passenger side door. I couldn't tell if it was a male or a female. Mid-twenties, long dark hair, brown eyes, fine features, full lips, pierced ears. Very cute, either way.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm going to Denver," the person replied.

The voice sounded male, a bit too deep for a girl.

"I'm heading to Yellowstone, so I can get you at least that far," I replied.

"I'd love to go to Yellowstone," he replied. By this point, I'd decided the person was a young man.

"OK, throw your bag in the back and climb in," I replied.

I put the vehicle in park, and got up to open the back door. I was wearing shorts and sandals, so my painted toenails, toe rings and ankle bracelets were plainly visible to him standing below me. I saw his eyes flick up and down.

He climbed in and I secured his back pack under the kitchen table.

"I'm Greg," I introduced myself, expecting that a name would confirm my conclusion as to his gender.

"I'm Jessie," he replied.

"OK, that doesn't help much", I thought. "An androgynous name for an androgynous person."

We settled into the front seats and I pulled out onto the highway. We chatted, making small talk to make the drive more pleasant. I told him my story, and my plans for the trip.

"I have some family in the Chicago area that I'd like to visit, so I can go via Denver. I can easily drop you off there," I told him.

I learned that he was 24 years old, a graduate in Commerce from the University of Montana at Missoula. He was born and raised in Great Falls, and other than a few years in university, had never been anywhere else.

"My sister Laura is a dental hygienist in Lakeview, Colorado, so I'm going to visit her for a bit," he said. "Mostly though, I just want to get out of Montana."

"Time to see the world, is it?" I asked.

"Yeah, and Montana is just so redneck. I mean, when you look like me..." he trailed off.

"This may seem like an odd thing to ask, but you are a boy, right?" I asked.

Jessie confirmed that he was male.

"I had a really hard time telling at first, and a name like Jessie could be either," I replied.

"It's the homophobia mostly;" he told me. "I just want to find some place where I can be myself. I'm not sure if I can open up like this, but you don't seem like a redneck to me."

"I'm not a redneck," I confirmed. "Alberta has a reputation as a redneck place, but Calgary is as cosmoplitan as any big Canadian city."

"Yeah, I've heard that Canadians are a lot more progressive than most Americans," he responded. "Gay marriage, etc..."

"I take it you're gay, then?" I replied. "That's just fine with me."

I held out my hand and Jessie took it gently, more of a caress than a handshake.

"I'm gay," he confirmed. "I noticed that you paint your toenails."

"I've been doing that for a few years now," I repied. "My late wife really liked it. She said it meant that I wasn't afraid to show my feminine side. Usually I go for neutral colours that don't draw too much attention, but sometimes I'll go for bright red or purple..."

"Are you bisexual?" Jessie asked.

"I've been known to go both ways," I confirmed.

I began to feel hungry, so I suggested we stop for lunch. Jessie agreed, so I pulled over at a cafeteria just out of Helena. It was the usual Montana crowd, cowboy hats and big belt buckles, but nobody paid us too much attention. I caught a couple of guys looking, but they quickly looked away. Something I've found is that when you're 6'1" and 200 pounds, nobody messes with you, even if you do paint your toenails.

After lunch, we hit the road again, sometimes talking, sometimes travelling in silence. We were quickly getting to that point where we didn't feel it was necessary to talk all the time, and the silences weren't uncomfortable.

"I'd like to stop in Bozeman Hot Springs and check out the springs," I told Jessie. "We can spend the night there if we find an RV camp."

"That sounds great," Jessie responded. "I haven't been there since I was a kid."

"Did you bring swimming trunks with you?" I asked.

"I did," he confirmed.

When we got to Bozeman, I found an RV park near the springs. I hooked up the services and unhitched the car.

When I went back into the RV, Jessie was naked except for a pair of women's panties. His slim body was completely hairless. His toenails were painted blue, and he had several toe rings. I smiled and held out my arms to him. He snuggled into my embrace and we looked deep into each other's eyes. I kissed him on his full lips and our tongues began to play together. I sat down on the bed and dropped his panties to his ankles. As I sucked on his penis, he stiffened in my mouth. He dropped to his knees and undid my belt buckle and fly. I pulled my pants off, and he took my penis in his mouth. I'm not that large, about 6 inches fully erect, and Jessie was able to take all of it.

"You've sucked cock before," I observed.

He looked up at me with his beautiful brown eyes.

"I gave a few guys blowjobs in the dorm at university, but I've never received one until just now, and I've never been fucked," he informed me.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" I asked.

"I dated a couple of girls in high school, but it never went anywhere," he replied. "I just wasn't interested in girls."

He resumed sucking on my penis, working up and down, teasing my corona with his lips. I loved watching his sweet young face between my legs, with his gorgeous lips wrapped around my penis and his brown eyes looking up at me.

"I think you're going to lose your virginity any moment now," I told him.

"I've never had anal sex," he reminded me. "Is it going to hurt?"

"We'll take it slowly, and you can tell me how it feels," I assured him. "If you can't go through with it, we don't have to. The BJ will be just fine."

I laid Jessie on his stomach on the bed and pulled a bottle of lube out of the bedside drawer. I'd hoped to get some action in my travels, so I'd come prepared. I spread Jessie's cheeks and squeezed some lube on his sweet little anus. I slowly worked a finger inside him, gently massaging his sphincter to relax the muscles. I found his prostate and massaged it gently until he began to moan.

"God, that feels good!" he moaned.

"Ready for the real thing?" I asked. "I was married for many years, and we were never unfaithful to each other, so I don't have any diseases. You're a virgin, so I'm sure you don't have any diseases either. Perhaps we can dispense with the condom."

"Oh yeah, please fuck me bareback!" he exclaimed.

I pulled him to his knees in doggy position and added some more lube to his anus. I placed the head of my penis against his sphincter and gently worked in and out, pushing a little deeper each time, until the head of my penis slipped into his tight little anus, while he moaned in pleasure.

"Is that OK?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" he moaned. "Go all the way in!"

I slowly slid my penis into him, right to the hilt. I fucked him deep in the ass, pulling his hips toward me as I thrust into him. Soon I shot my load inside him, and gave him one last deep thrust before I pulled out. My sperm dribbled from his anus so I grabbed some Kleenex from the nightstand and wiped his anus clean and then wiped myself clean. He took my penis in his mouth and sucked on me, not seeming to mind that I had just come out of his anus. We lay on the bed together and cuddled and kissed.

After our lovemaking session, we grabbed our swimming trunks and drove over to the hotsprings. This was mostly tourists, not so many redneck Montanans, so nobody batted an eye at the old guy and the androgynous young man, both with painted toenails and toe rings.

We enjoyed the springs, and then went back to the RV. I made a salad and barbecued a couple of steaks and we sat beside the RV and drank wine and chatted with the neighbours, a Canadian couple from Vancouver.

Night began to fall, so we retired to the RV and curled up together in the double bed. We started in 69 position, sucking on each other's penises, then I lubed him up and anally penetrated him.

"This going to be a great RV trip," I told him. "I think we'll be travelling together for a while."

"I love you," he murmured, as we rubbed our penises together.

"I love you, too, Jessie".

We both fell asleep contented after a wonderful day.