It was late May but the nights were already warm in the little upstate village where I was in my senior year of college.
I was walking back to campus from the one bar the village had to offer, and I felt vaguely frustrated and restless. Even though I was not bad looking - I was naturally slender and toned, and I already had a nice tan from sunbathing on the roof of the dorm, not to mention my shoulder length sun streaked hair - but I couldn't seem to hold on to a girlfriend for very long. I had a suspicion it might have something to do with the fact that I really got off on having my partner lick and finger my asshole, or having them squat over me and rub their cunts and assholes all over my face. I wasn't a freak, was I?
Because of the balmy weather, I was wearing just a light blue tank top, cutoff jean shorts, and flip flops, so in retrospect I suppose you could say I was looking for attention, but as I walked along that quiet road that evening I had no idea what the night had in store...
A car went by me, slowly, due to the narrowness of the road and the scarcity of streetlights along this stretch. It was a luxury sedan, much slicker than any student or even professor around here drove. It stopped and the driver called to me through the open passenger side window, "Say, I seem to be lost - I'm looking for Oldtown Inn! Am I close?"
I walked around to the driver's window and said, "you're not too far; I can give you directions..."
The driver gave me a big charming smile and chuckled, "oh hell, I'm terrible at following directions... but if you're willing to get in and be my copilot, I'll get you back here afterwards - how's that sound??"
He was an older man, with a close cropped salt and pepper beard and shaved head. He had bright hazel eyes and a very strong handsome face... I don't usually notice men's appearance, but I felt strangely drawn to this stranger. I opened the passenger door and got in, and I immediately took in the scent of the leather seats and a hint of the stranger's manly sweat... and I felt a tingling in my cock. What the hell was happening here? But whatever it was, I seemed to be enjoying it - and I was driving off with this attractive man...
"I'm Jim, by the way," he said, and offered me his warm strong handshake.
I smiled back at him and said, "I'm Robbie, nice to meet ya!" Then I got to the business of getting him to his destination, which was a boutique hotel about three miles away.
As we pulled into the small parking lot in the back, Jim said, "How about a nice drink before I drive you back?"
"Sounds great!"
I followed him as he led the way to his room - his suite, actually - and couldn't help but admire his tall athletic build, shown off by a tight t-shirt and lightweight trousers. He had a graceful walk and I found myself noticing his nice tight butt. And again I thought, whoa, are you hot for this guy or something? I was confused... but to be honest, I was getting aroused too.
He opened the door to his suite and turned on some soft warm lights, then gestured to a long leather couch and said, "have a seat, Robbie, and I'll get our drinks. Scotch rocks OK?"
