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?"
"Uh, yeah! Sounds great!" I blushed a little, suddenly feeling very immature and shy.
I also felt very aware of how underdressed and, well, slutty I looked - my cutoff shorts left my bare thighs and long tan legs all exposed, and my tank top showed off my toned arms and barely covered my flat tummy. I realized that I looked...fuckable!!
I was startled by the weight of Jim's big powerful body settling on the couch next to. Right next to me, in fact. Our thighs were touching as he handed me my drink. But I didn't move an inch. He clinked his glass against mine and said, "thanks for helping a stranger in need!!" and winked at me. I smiled back shyly, murmured, "my pleasure", then took a healthy swallow of the liquor.
It got very quiet for a minute, and I couldn't think of anything clever to say.
So I just put my hand on his muscular thigh, and looked into his beautiful eyes.
And with that he pulled me onto his lap and gave me a deep long kiss as he ran his hand over my bare thigh. I was in a strange man's big strong arms getting kissed and fondled - and I was LOVING IT. I moaned like the horny slut I had become and I put my hand right on top of the nice big bulge in Jim's trousers.
But he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away, growling, "not so fast, baby boy... Daddy needs to be in charge!"
