All participants are over 18.
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As we drove north, I brooded over this intrusion on my weekend. It was late Friday afternoon and I had two glorious days off after fourteen working at the grocery store, including some double-shifts. I was dead tired, and I hadn't gotten laid in over two weeks. Now, when I should be home giving the girlfriend the high hard one and tucking in early, I was in a pickup truck with a fifty-five-year-old man I had never met before today.
It seems I was "volunteered" for a chore by my girlfriend's meddling Aunt Thilda: to move the last of her fiancé's items from his old apartment to her place. Normally, this would be no big deal, but aside from my exhaustion and the sexual frustration, my girlfriend's new uncle came from a town a couple of hours north of the city. By the time we got there, loaded up the truck, gave the apartment a once-over and drove home to unload the stuff at Thilda's, it would probably be midnight or later. My girlfriend, Connie, would be asleep by the time I got home and gone to work her own job early tomorrow morning. There'd be no chance to empty my balls soon unless I did it myself.
As if it wasn't bad enough being tired and horny, the fiancé, Karl, wouldn't shut up over the course of the drive. He talked about sports, politics, the weather and most annoyingly, his bride-to-be. I was a little stunned when he started talking about sex with the somewhat frumpy fifty-two-year-old woman. The way he talked, she was a dynamo in bed, and he spared few details.
For nearly an hour, he regaled me with stories of her sexual prowess. Nobody should have images of his girlfriend's aunt sucking cock and taking it up the poop chute. Though Thilda wasn't my type at all, I found myself getting increasingly horny as the older man talked about it. As he described sex acts between his future wife and himself, I found myself imagining Connie acting out the deeds he was describing. Connie was a good fuck, but she was not keen on giving oral and her ass was only for touching, not screwing. I was hard as I listened to him talk.
"What about you and the niece? How is Connie in bed? You can tell me. My lips are sealed."
Sure, why would I doubt that? Still, I had my pride and I told him she was a superstar in bed and made up details that would have made Connie blush to hear.
"I'm glad for you, kid. A lot of girls your age are too prissy to give up their asses or properly suck a cock. An older woman with experience for me."
I agreed dully, uncomfortable with some of the images Karl had fostered in me of my girlfriend's aunt in bed with him, but since I was horny, I was more than a little aroused too.
Karl's half-century sat lightly on him. He was tall, probably nearly six feet, and with salt and pepper hair and a well-groomed beard. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms. He had a bit of a gut, but was otherwise in good shape. He wore jeans and a flannel shirt under an open winter coat. His shirt was buttoned up two shy of the top and he had a profusion of dark, curly hair rising from his chest.
His appearance contrasted with my own. I was not quite so tall and I was clean-shaven with short brown hair. My shoulders were not as wide as Karl's, nor my arms and legs as powerful-looking as his. My chest was bare but for a few hairs around the nipples.
We'd been driving for about an hour when Karl stopped at a gas station with a telephone.
"Do you need the bathroom?" he asked me.
"Sure."
There were only two urinals. We stood beside each other, and when I heard the forceful rush of his urine against the porcelain, I couldn't resist the urge, which came from nowhere, to glance in the direction of his cock. It was barely visible from my side past the folds of his coat, but I could see the bulbous glans of his penis as he ran his water through it. I blushed furiously when I realized he looked over at me staring at his cock. I met his eyes for a second before I adjusted my gaze downward at my own stream of piss and my comparatively inadequate dick. What had I seen on his face? Amusement perhaps.
He finished pissing and buttoned himself up. I was still trying to go, but to my embarrassment, my pisser had dried up. It had stopped because I was having an erection.
"Take all the time you need," he said. "I have to make a phone call. Do you want a coffee for the road?"
"No, thanks."
"Okay. Meet you at the truck."
When he was gone, it took me a minute, but I finished urinating and tucked my semi-stiff cock back in my pants, annoyed and confused with myself.
When I got back to the truck, he was already inside. The truck smelled of fresh coffee and I almost wish I'd accepted his offer to buy me one.
We were back on the road within a minute. I was still embarrassed about what had happened in the rest room but Karl seemed unfazed. He was talking about something, sports or news events, but I just nodded and grunted in all the right places as I replayed the sight of his cock over the urinal. I was deeply distressed by this.
It was already dark when we arrived at his previous home, a former motel located on a highway about five miles out of the nearest town. It had been converted to apartment units. We got out of the truck, which was parked with the back door facing the door to the unit. Karl unlocked the door and ushered me inside.
The unit was a bachelor apartment, sparsely furnished with a love-seat and chair, a television, an electric fireplace cabinet and a queen-sized bed with a table on each side of it, a blanket box at its foot, a chest of drawers, a few lamps, some kitchen appliances. There were a few cardboard boxes stacked in a corner of the kitchenette. The bathroom was small and looked basically empty.
"This place came furnished, so we only need to take the pieces that are mine."
I began wondering what he needed help with. I knew it was not a big move or we'd have come up in something larger than his pick-up truck.
"Yeah, basically the pieces I needed help with are the fireplace and the blanket box. The chest of drawers there is mine too. I have to clear out the night tables and the kitchen drawers. That's what the boxes are for. Can't forget my toolboxes in the cupboards under the kitchen sink. Then a quick cleaning job. Shouldn't take us over an hour."
That was alright with me. If we got out of here by nine, we might drop his stuff off at his fiancée's place and I might be home by midnight. With a little luck I'd get to bone my girl tonight after all.
"Want a beer? I don't have anything else in the fridge. Nothing that would still be good anyway."
I was thirsty so I agreed. He got a can for each of us. It was strong beer, but I knew I could handle it, even if I was a bit tired.
"First thing I'm gonna do is pack those boxes with the stuff in the drawers. It'll take me a few minutes. Why don't you sit down and have your beer?"
I assumed he had private papers or who knew what else in his drawers, and I wasn't interested in seeing any of that, so I agreed. I was tired anyway. I made myself comfortable on the love seat and turned the TV on, sipping at the beer. I guess basic cable came with the room since it hadn't been disconnected in Karl's absence. I was thirstier than I thought and finished that beer before the first commercial break.
Karl called from behind me, having noticed me up-ending the can, and told me to get myself another. The less we had to take home the better. I thought what the hell, and grabbed another beer, popping the tab and sucking some back. Karl smiled over at me with approval and finished off his own beer before snatching another from the fridge as well.
I returned to my seat in front of the television and began to doze in front of the program while Karl finished up packing up the kitchenware and moved to the bedroom to sift through the night table drawers. The show I'd been watching came to an end and I wondered how long I'd been sitting, dozing and drinking. A look at my watch told me it had been an hour.
An hour? Weren't we supposed to be done by now? As if he read my mind, Karl came up to the love seat and told me I looked pretty comfortable. I quickly finished the second beer and handed him the empty as he filled my fist with my third. He told me just to stay there on the love seat for now. He had the boxes packed up and sitting by the door, along with his toolboxes and he just needed to clean up the kitchen and the bathroom. When that was done, he'd need my help to load up the electric fireplace, the blanket box and the chest of drawers. I was feeling no pain already and didn't get too excited about running late.
