It happened in the April 1979. I was driving to Denver from Maryland to attend a four week technical training course. I could have flown, but I want to have a car since I was going to be there for 4 weeks and I did not have the means to rent one since I was only 19 and had no credit cards.
I was driving through Missouri on I-70 when the weather had taken a nasty turn for the worse. The rain was so hard and thick I could barely see out the windshield. The wipers on my car were useless as this point. I saw an exit sign for a small town and decided to get a room and continue the drive the next morning with better weather, if not daylight.
I pulled into a small no name hotel and noticed the lot was packed with cars. I figured everyone else must have had the same idea. I opened the car door and made a mad sprint towards to the lobby. I was soaked within the first five steps from the car. I got into the lobby of the hotel and noticed a man around sixty at the front desk. He was checking in and I overheard the lady at the counter tell him he got the last room. I took a seat and was trying to think of where to go and how much further in this weather I would have to drive.
After the man paid for the room, he turned around and was heading out the door when he noticed me.
He walked over to me and asked me. "Do you have a reservation?"
I replied. "No."
He looked at me and asked if I was in the military and I nodded yes. He said he was a Vet from WWII and invited me to share his room. I looked at him and thanked him for the offer. He told me his name was Bill and I introduced myself. He gave me the room number since I still had to go back to the car for my bag. I told him I would be there shortly.
Another useless dash was made to the car and back to the room. I was completely drenched from head to toe and even had water in my sneakers. I knocked on the door and Bill opened it and invited me in. Once inside I noticed only one king bed. At this point I did not care.
Bill noticed how soaked I was after he locked the door.
"Boy, you should get out of those wet clothes and take a nice hot shower."
"Yeah I should." I replied. I put my bag down on a small table and began to remove my shirt and jeans. My backside was to Bill and I could sense him looking me over or it was just my imagination. I slowly slid my white cotton briefs down and felt the warm air of the room on my damp skin.
I turned around to head toward the bathroom and as soon as I did, Bill was out of his wet clothes and the first thing I saw was his hairy uncut thick cock and hanging balls. I'm about as average as them come in the cock department, but when I saw his, my cock started to respond and I could feel a hard on in the making.
"That's a nice cock you got there boy." He said with a smile.
"Yours is pretty nice too." I added.
"You don't mind me calling you boy, do you?" He asked.
Without evening thinking of a response, I blurted out. "No Sir."
Bill walked over to me and asked. "You even been with a man before boy? Had him put his fat cock in your faggot mouth or up your asshole/"
