The two week-long conference was boring as hell and the night life was no better. I left right after the last meeting to start on my three-hundred-mile trip home. As always, the Friday traffic on the interstate was heavy, so I hit the old state highway. With luck I figured I'd be home by 10 P.M.
At seventy-five-miles from home the dark sky opened up and the rain was unrelenting. With dusk arriving I could only see twenty feet in front of the headlights and my car's engine became overwhelmed with water and stalled out. With luck I was able to steer off the road into someone's driveway and safely park the disabled vehicle. The rain continued to beat down and the ground couldn't absorb the water fast enough and flooding began. Looking around to try and see where I was and saw a farmhouse to my left about fifty yards away. There was a dim light burning from a first-floor room. Finding an old blanket on the backseat I covered my head and ran through the flooded driveway. With my pants and shirt completely soaked I got to the porch and found the front door of the house. Not finding a door bell I knock loudly on the door; with no answer I knocked louder and got no results, but before pounding a third time, the porch light came on and the door opened. A tall man of about sixty years old stood in the doorway amazed to see me standing on his porch soaked to my skin.
Smiling at the guy I said, "Sorry to disturb you but my car stopped running. I was able to make it up your driveway." I pointed to my car parked at the end of the driveway. He was dressed in a pair of red shorts and a well-worn white t-shirt and no shoes. He looked very fit with a broad chest and toned arms. He stood about seven inches above my five foot and four-inch frame. He eyed me up and down before he leaned out the door to see my car. I got a whiff of his body scent of fresh Dove soap as he brushed up against me and pulled the blanket from my head and tossed it on a chair that sat on the porch.
"Get inside the house and we'll get those clothes off of you and get them dried." He pushed me into the kitchen. "What's your name son? You from around here, I know most of the boys that live near-by."
He handed me a clean dish towel to dry my face and head. " My name is Jamie." I wiped my face and head and placed the dish cloth back on the counter as he again eyed me up and down. "And you are?" I looked right at his hairy chest and moved my eyes slowly to his manhood.
"I'm Chuck. This is my small cattle ranch with about sixty head. Three of my ranch hands bunk on the other side of the field. I'll have them take care of the car after the storm ends. The weather report said the storm will be around for a day or two. Where are you headed, Jamie? Got any family close you can call?"
"Back home to Springdale. No family. I live alone. Never married and no girlfriends. Thanks for letting me in your home, it's really bad out there," I looked around the kitchen looking for any sign of anyone living with him. But seeing none I returned to looking at this mature eye candy with that hairy chest and powerful looking thighs. This encounter with a sexy man was a god-sent for me, I'm truly horny after that two-week conference with no dick at the ABS.
"Let's get you out of those wet clothes and get you a hot shower. Take your shoes off and follow me."
He lead the way down a hall to the bathroom, passing a bedroom on the way.
I wonder if any good shit goes on in there.
The house was smaller than it looked from outdoors. The largest room was the kitchen that I could tell.
"Get in there." He pointed to the shower. "Get your clothes off. Wait let me help." He helped me out of the soaked shirt and got my belt undone and had my pants unzipped and down around my knees.
I placed my hands on his arms and asked, "You this helpful with all strange visitors?" I smiled with my face inches away from his chest as I kicked off my pant legs.
"Get your underwear off and get in the shower," Chuck said. "I'll be back with something for you to put on until your things are dried. Put the wet clothes in the hallway."
I got undressed and put all my clothes outside the bathroom as he had asked and got back in the shower. Ten minutes later Chuck placed some clothes on the seat of the toilet. "This is all I could find that may fit you." He turned and faced me. His eyes went straight to my penis and watched as I turned to give him a nice view of my ass. "When you're done come to the kitchen, I'll make you some soup."
I turned to watch him leave and played with my small cock.
